If by tomorrow I breath no more,
Please, don't call me a coward.
Tell my children how great a hero I was
And how I fought life and survived.
Tell the stories of how I survived death
When Earth named me a child of 'still birth'.
Tell my children the story of how I challenged life to a fight,
And took from it the silver spoon
it took from me before I was born
And how I handed it over to them- my children.
Tell the world the story of a child
Who tasted victory even when he was named defeat at birth.
Tell my children that the Iroko tree they became its branch,
Was just a seed that grew in a desert.
Tell my children how I survived ebola, Coronavirus and death buried in unprotected sex in the days of my stupidity.
Tell my children that I am an epitome of survival,
And my name should be inked in the pages of their heart.
Tell the world that I lived and survived,
And my name deserves a place in the history books of the greats.

Ohuche, Joseph ogbonna.

keep Staying Alive,