Written by Rosline as her "last rant" . She knew she would die oo�‍♀�‍♀�‍♀�‍♀

Roseline before her death, on the 9th of December was a lovely woman who loved herself and her friends. She died few days after she mourned the death of one of her friend on facebook.

GLOOMY CLOUD OF NIGHTS; LISTEN!

Rose Udoh: “My Last Rant”
Authored by Cash Onadele Poet ©️ 2017
I.
Gloomy clouds of nights, listen; form now; sheets for my walk,
Never mind, your full moon, wolfish howls and scary gazes,
I rant undaunted, in the jasmine fragrance of your plenty stars,
With my eyes closed, I am flying but like a goose; moving on.
II.
Death came, we walked and talked, slowly as the sky turned dark,
Till our voices got softer, then; I told the knight; of my rantings with pride,
For there, I had become a butterfly myself, colorful and winged,
Words as art and beauty, that can’t be separated, from laughter of friends.
III.
I am deeply grateful, to all who have been sharing the canny rants,
As I climbed the black hills, I tiptoed to the top, stepped on a few feet,
But in all, I tickled many of the little stars, who came to my bosom,
In that life, it was a privilege to lock on issues of the heart and beauty.
IV.
For those of you, who choose to attend my interment, and final place of rest,
Remember, to do so in your Sunday best, no blacks or greys, just the best,
You’ll find me smiling, beyond the seas, in the sunset cloud’s sheltered mists,
Over crests and troughs, I have cheated death, for I lived well; among you.
V.
Keep mind, I’m like summer song, of the sunny; beauFuneral arrangements for Roseline John-James Udoh Esq.

Location: Christian Cemetery, Guru, Abuja
Date: December 21, 2017
Time: being waited. Please stand by for additional updates

Here is the full text of what she wrote last year about how she wants her funeral ceremonies conducted (I only posted the first paragraph earlier) -

Don't cry for me when i am gone...
Do not shed a single tear because of me. Rather come to my funeral in your sunday best. Come with your bright make up and your brighter clothes; no black allowed at my funeral please.

Play loud music and dance the night away after i have been laid to rest. You may lay wreaths on my grave if it makes you feel better...but I'd much rather bottles of perfumes and chocolates, chanel No.5 has always been my favourite, and malteasers... A girl needs to smell good and snack up while on that journey.�

I’d love for my wake to be a fanfare; a carnival of sorts, you could pick a theme, something fun and loud and upbeat; The room covered with thousands of pictures of me smiling and living life to the fullest, that shouldn't be a problem, facebook keeps a good record of all my smiles; thousands of pictures printed and posted all over the room, so that wherever you turn you cannot but see my face. I was always an attention LovePeddler in my lifetime, you certainly wouldn’t expect that to change in my death!�

Please... No wailers at my funeral! All wailer should be bounced! Aint no one upstaging me at my own funeral and stealing my thunder! I’m gonna be lying there in my pretty pink casket dressed in something bright and flowery and with my makeup on fleek!� Please...for the love of God, do not let the morticians do my makeup...none of those brown clay and charcoal they put on people making them look like corpses(yeah i know, they are dead, but they mustn’t look it must they?). I’d love a professional to do my makeup; blushers, contours and bright red lips, oh yeah, I’d still love to be friends with ruby woo even in death. You could throw in some false lashes for good measure. And no cottonwool in my mouth, nose and ears mbok; its hard to look sexy with cottonwool in your nose.(lol)

Did i hear you say 'all is vanity'? Yeah right, but its my funeral not yours so I’m entitled to say how i want it to be,aint i? �

I’d love for my friends, foes,family and collegues to all tell stories about me...none of those "she was such a sweet sweet person". Keep it real people! Talk about my tantrums, talk about my mischiefs, talk about my adventures, talk about my shortcomings, defeat, strengths, fears and heartbreaks. No, dont let any guy that ever broke my heart speak at my funeral! Oby keeps a list of all their names and if any of them picks the mic to talk about what a great girl I was, I’m gonna get right up and give him a knock!�

Would it be asking too much to have an orchestra play while I'm being lowered into the ground? While my dear friend and brother Uzor sings Frank Sinatra's 'MY WAY' to accompany the band(hopefully he'll outlive me. Lol). No boring 'Beulah land' and 'fading away' hymns please! I’m not having people thinking about what they'd be remembered by and crying when they should be thinking about ME! Yes folks, its all about ME that day!�

Can i have a pink heart on my grave rather than a white cross please? Not for any particular reason, id just love for my grave to stand out from others. You know how much of a drama queen i was in my life time, I’d love to take that with me when i am gone.�

The after funeral party should be loud and crazy! More delightful stories about what an awesome person i was, and then of course there should be lots of food and drinks; y'all know how much i love food; please...don’t be cheapskates and pay a reputable caterer for that special occasion. I’d love for people to still be talking about the jollof rice they had at my funeral one month after.�

Do not cry for me when i am gone..., because indeed i lived life to the fullest. I made every moment count, lived outside the box, did my thing my way, tried to do right by God and man. True, i made many mistakes along the way but then who didn’t? But I’d love to think i left a footprint in the sands of time(even if just a toe), I’d love to believe i impacted my world even just a tiny bit. I’d love to believe i inspired one person even just a little, I’d love to think somebody smiled just because of me. I’d love to believe i was a rainbow in someones So if i did, do not cry or me when i am gone, rather celebrate , because i lived life to fullest and left my world a better and happier place than i met it!

~®️osyology~
29/12/16
10:40pm

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Dont panic, im not dying anytime soon!lol

Just felt this really strong urge to pencil down my thoughts for posterity to remember. I have been struggling with that for a while now but you now how it is when you just cannot shake a feeling off.
I plan to outlive most of y'all so fret not!�

But just in case you out-live me, now you know; Don't cry for me when i am gone...)tiful holiday times,
Together, let our songs feather, and like swift nightingales; be heard afar,
At this wake, sing with me, as I journey to the pearly gates and gardens,
To those I leave behind, dress in red, yellow, hues, and lilacs; brighten today! Rest in Peace beautiful Rose..

hope she in a better place now

Words

Such a waste of good boobs.

Life is like a straight line between 1 and 0, eventually I'll taste that zero i.e: death.

There is only nothing.

She is what the Yoruba call " emere".

Emere are not witches and are in fact more powerful.
Witches aquire their power while "Emere"are born that way.

They usually die in their prime and are usually notified by their people from the other side that their time is up.

Oh my God

Dagrin Mrs.. Rest in peace o, Thank God you've said it cos I don't have no tears to give today

There is power in d tongue, becareful about what u say

Chidexsco8448:
There is power in d tongue, becareful about what u say

She had the opportunity to reject death but she accepted!

Chocomilo as we used to call ourselves in 2008 when I was In Abuja. I remember how you always ask me to prepare beans on Saturdays so you would eat in church on Sundays. Your singing voice like an angel back in those days at RCCG, gudu market. You made me feel at home in Fct. Bye chocomilo, bye chocomilo.

This is serious!