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    The Dead.. beloved more than the Alive!n

    MY HOUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE LOCKED ......
    On the 29th of November 2018 just because I was not able to pay the rent.

    I posted it on facebook seeking for help, but all I got were 2 likes & zero comments.

    So l sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of $1500.

    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 hit by a fast moving car as he was running away, so he died.

    Fast forward>> The next day, news quickly spread around that I had died.

    About 2,500 people posted on my wall how they knew me.
    How great I was !

    A committee was formed by my,
    *loyal friends* who contributed $18000 to feed guests at my funeral.

    My colleagues at work teamed up and brought another $4500 for a coffin, tents and chairs.

    I was to be burried in a coffin worth $1500- the same amount I needed for rent.

    Relatives also met. It was a rare occasion for them to meet, so they met and contributed an extra $3000.

    Everyone wanted to volunteer in order to appear they were helping.
    They printed T-shirts with my image.

    Each T-Shirt costing $2,50, so the T-shirt man made about $25000 from my presumed death.

    Everyone wanted to speak at my funeral.
    There was drama all over from people who never knew how l survived.

    There was even rumour that I was murdered by my friends.

    Speeches were made on how talented I was, even by those who never attended my events.

    The few friends who supported me didn't even get the chance to speak during my funeral - although they knew the Truth.

    In fact, they were prime suspects for my ‘death’.

    You could imagine how the scene turned after I showed up alive!

    Some thought l was a ghost.

    *THIS IS THE IRONY OF LIFE; WE LOVE THE DEAD MORE THAN THE LIVING*
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    ~ Author Unknown...... As recd

    Jayasala 42
     
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