The first thing that kills you is not the sickness. It's the funeral you start organizing in your head while you are still alive.
The doctor says you are sick, and you immediately trade your LIFE for DEATH. You stop living and start waiting to die. You leave the world of the living and enter the world of "expecting to die." My brother, my sister, NO ONE HAS EVER GONE THERE AND COME BACK TO GIVE US A REPORT. We all speculate.
So why are you dying before your death?
STOP GIVING YOUR HAPPINESS TO THE PULPIT OF FEAR.
You get sick, and suddenly you are in church 7 days a week, not praying, but PANICKING. And some pastors will finish you. Instead of giving you hope, they torment you with what you will see in heaven; they replace your joy with lamentation. They show you hell as if they have a plot there, as if they have ever visited and come back.
God did not create you to cry your way to heaven. He created you to LIVE.
Pray, yes. But after praying, LIVE.
YOUR PLAYLIST IS YOUR MEDICINE.
You start listening to only slow gospel and sad stories of people who died. You delete Rumble, you delete Congolese rumba, you delete Amapiano, you delete Rock. You say, "I am now a sick person; I must be somber."
No!
Entertainment is medicine for the mind. Put on that loud Congolese guitar. Put on that Amapiano log drum. Let your head nod. Let your heart beat to a different drum, not to the drum of your diagnosis. The joy you kill in the name of being "serious" is the very thing that would have kept you alive for 10 more years.
That little time you have can become YEARS if you enjoy it. Life increases when you enjoy it. Dance and Dance pakakini.
Stop listening to Across the Bridge by Jim Leaves, It's Over Over by Danny the Zambia Kid, dance to Mpampi songs.
CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE "BAMBI" PEOPLE.
This is the most dangerous. The moment you start talking about your sickness, you invite the coffin buyers.
"Bambi, owulila otya?"
"Bambi, katukusabire?"
"Bambi, nga olabye?"
Every time they say Bambi, they dig your grave a little deeper. They come to your bedside not to give you life, but to practice their eulogy. They are wolokoso. They feed on your pain.
Mbu Church bakusabile, this is putting your life on a wheelchair. Pray to God yourself, not the communal prayers. Even those who don't like you will ask God omutwaladi, "When is he going?" The gods in Kifuuta will never be on your side if you start to fear for what no one has ever seen or visited. Man, Woman, bang the table, bang it until when heaven says, "Don't bring that one this end; he will bring a riot in heaven."
Stop announcing your condition! Don't visit every burial ground. Don't sit with people who only have burial talk. Stop sizing your grave and admiring a golden coffin.
I have seen it. I have lived with close friends and family who were told they have a terminal illness. 38 YEARS ago they were told. And today they are still here. Why?
Because they refused to retire from life. They hang out, they bang tables, they drink the best vintage wine, they fly to Madrid to watch Real vs Barca live, they drive the best vehicle, they wear the best garment—leather crocodile shoes, a Swiss watch on the wrist. They look like heaven, not peeling like Najjera plastering after rain.
In Kifuuba, the Oracles say: TEWEKUBAGIZA, WELIRE OBULAMU. - Don't make yourself pitiable, choose life.
So here is my charge to you:
Eat well. Dress well. Smell well. Visit people with positive taste. People who laugh loud. People who have plans for tomorrow.
Don't trade your condition with death.
Be on top of HOPE and Will. Go to the Bar, Movie, watch "The Devil Wears Prada."
The sickness may be in your body, but do not let it enter your SPIRIT.
The Kifuuta Oracles say, You are not dying. You are LIVING with a condition. And there is a huge difference. Go to your farm and roast the best Goat or lamb, enjoy your cognac. Do you know everyone is sick, but they don't know? The Oracles of Kifuuta Kyotera Buddu asked me to ask you: have you ever stopped using vehicles or planes because they kill people everywhere, every day? Is that also terminal illness?
