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DEATH, THOU HAST DIED.
Death, you thought you’d always come down and steal us before we even know how to spell our names? You thought you would always come down and snatch that little child from her mother’s nursing breasts? You thought you would come and take away the smiles from the faces and replace it with sobs and pain? Death, thou hast died. The weapon you called cancer can now be controlled when detected early, HIV/AIDS no longer spells doom on its victim and child mortality rate is almost beyond zero. Death, give me your ear. We now know how to practice hygiene and keep Malaria at bay. We know how to eat healthy and exercise all the way to good health. Let us now see where you are going to ensnare us. You shall run all over the world looking for victims to devour but will run back home ashamed and heartbroken. You may instigate wars and have our soldiers and innocent children killed, but we shall always remain unbowed. You may cause accidents on our roads and air spaces but we shall always remain unnerved. Death, we shall no longer bury stillborn babies and those who died before their time. We shall not allow you to take our children before they realize their dreams for as long as we are concerned, thou hast died. We shall no longer be hearing wails deep in the night and cries late in the day. We shall no longer be seeing distraught women with disheveled hair running all over crying for their young husbands. Our old men shall no longer be asking God why he never took them instead. Death, though hast died. Thou shall never win us over. Thou shall not make us cry every morning and evening. You won’t make us live in fear any longer for as long as we are concerned, though hast died. We refuse to cry because of you. We shall no longer weep nor shall we bow to your destruction for as long as we are concerned, thou hast died.

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