03/12/2018
MY HOUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE LOCKED on the 29th of September, because I was not able to raise the rent. I posted it on facebook seeking for help, but all I got was 2 likes & zero comments.
So l sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of $100. Sadly only 10 people replied. 6 out of the 10 claimed they couldn't help. Only 1 out of the 4 who said they could help actually gave me some money but the rest only gave me excuses and never picked my calls. In the end, my door was locked.
I had no where to sleep. I walked in the dark seeking options and sadly a thief stole my empty purse with my identity card in it. He was badly bruised by a fast moving car as he was running away and died. Fast forward, the next day news quickly spread around that I had died.
2,500 people posted on my wall how they knew me. How great I was. A committe was formed by my “loyal” friends who contributed $1,800 to feed guests at my funeral.
My colleagues at work teamed up and brought another $1500 for coffin, tents and chairs.
I was to be buried in a coffin worth $1200 but since they purchased it in haste there was a middle man who sold it to them for $500 extra.
Relatives met again, it was a rare occasion for them to meet, so they met. For my send off to great beyond, they contributed an extra $1,000.
Everyone wanted to volunteer in order to appear they were helpful. They printed T-shirts with my image, each T-Shirt costing $12, so the T-shirt man got $1,200 from my presumed funeral arrangements.
Everyone wanted to speak at my funeral. There was drama all over from people who never knew what really happened. There was rumour that I was murdered by my friends. People falsely accused my successful relatives of sacrificing me. Speeches were made on how talented I was even those who never attended my events. The few friends who supported me didn't get the chance to speak during my presumed funeral, although they knew the Truth. In fact they were prime suspects for my death..................
You can imagine how the scene turned after I showed up alive. Many thought l was a ghost and scampered for their lives.
MORAL:
Don't show people Love only when they are gone, that's hipocrysy and wickedness. Show it when they can appreciate you, that's true love..
Call people when they can pick not when they are gone and you pretend by shedding crocodile tears when in fact they cannot hear you.
THIS IS THE IRONY OF LIFE; WE LOVE AND CELEBERATE THE DEAD MORE THAN THE LIVING!
