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illicit:
■ Trust me, the moment they hear u have been burning corpses, they will turn up. And god help u, u burnt their dad already... Moreover cremation isn't cheap, is it? 😳

illicit:
My first time and still only time at/in a morgue...
I was out of state. My mum passed away. This was during covid 19. But she succumbed to diabetes. At 66. In a federal medical hospital. They also have a morgue. So she was transferred there.

I have heard a lot about morgue visits. When I lost a brother. My sister told me that the morgue at UCH Ibadan was a very scary place to be. She was maybe 15 and I was maybe 12 then and she was at the morgue with the wife to identify his corpse. She described a morgue in really incredible strange terms. I knew that people exaggerate.

They often want to make you think that a morgue is a spiritual or gothic place, that the dead people are still somehow alive but naked and cold.

Some will even tell you that they go out and come back. Se will even say they sneeze, they eat, they copulate. They hold meetings...

Why are they dead if they can still do things that a living person does?

So I was mentally prepared when it was my turn to see a morgue in and out.

My uncle was there, my brother was there, 2 of my sister's were there except a 6 months pregnant one ( they believe that a spirit can enter her in the morgue) so we left her behind.

At the morgue, inside. I have decided not to let my gaze wonder too far.

When they entered the room or I don't know what it's called. I decided to stay at the entrance because they had to wheel her out for proper identification. I was the only one yet to see her corpse. She died the previous day.

She looked like she was sleeping. I don't know if any man can see their parent in such state and not cry. The tears came without my permission or awareness, I was crying before I realized that I was crying then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was just my uncle. I had never cried so hard since I was an adult that someone had to console me. When I lost my very handsome dad as a child, he was just 50 but I have always thought that he was the oldest man, I didn't know if I was to cry or try to be a young man.

Now I know better. I didn't remember anything about spirits I just kept remembering that till I matured. There's no time my mum slept outside unless she travelled. Here she was in this cold place since yesterday among strangers...

There was once corpse behind the entrance, the only one the corner of my eye caught.

I didn't want to stare at it because I won't forget about it. I don't know how to describe this corpse, obviously it didn't die of natural causes. It was bloated and greenish...

There was one worker at morgue. A middle aged man. He also knew my mum at the ward when she was alive. So I learnt or made to believe.
He followed us to the burial. But this man was an extremely quiet person...

He sat away from the crowd. Won't drink alcohol. Ate enough.
I don't know if it was customary for morticians to attend the funeral.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't a ghost. But I don't believe in ghosts.

Acidosis:
I want to write about my experience, but just thinking about it gives me chills. I can't.

thesicilian:
You can't help but think deep when you see bodies of men and women, some of who once lived larger than life, controlling hundreds and sometimes thousands of their fellow men, laying helpless on the floor.

illicit:
When my dad died

His body was returned to his hometown. Because he was believed to be attacked spiritually by unknown enemies. Yoruba call them Aye (world) and their potent tool is Ofa (invisible Arrow)

So he wasn't taken to the morgue. His brothers, nephews and male cousins laid him on a bed in his old room. Cleaned and dressed him up in his favorite dress. Then I was summoned as one of his two boys and his last child.

I witnessed them putting a matchet that was wrapped with red linen in his hand and chanting incantations that he shouldnt slumber, he must find his killers and cut them down.

I was maybe 9 but I know that they were just being poetic and dramatic, that is personification of a corpse. A dead man can not use a matchet. Only a living person would.
If a spiritual world exists I doubt if he would need a matchete to bring anybody down. I believed that they were confused but they were very serious.

When he was being buried. These same relatives were there and a reverend was officiating and they were reciting the bible passages and singing hymns that he should rest and praying and saying Amen.

The reverend probably didn't know that there was a matchete in the coffin.

illicit:
😂😂😂😂😂


They believed he died as a result of spiritual attack

So they had to give him a matchet to fight the spiritual battle
As little as I was I knew they were just playing...

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

akezn:
I visited the one in my hometown twice in 2022.

May 6th, 2022. A day after my mom died and went straight to see her body at the morgue immediately I arrived home.

September 16th same 2022. A day after after my dad died also went straight to the morgue to see his body too.

Chaii. The year 2022 do me strong thing sha. A very tortuous year for me and my siblings. It is well.

akezn:
I visited the one in my hometown twice in 2022.

May 6th, 2022. A day after my mom died and went straight to see her body at the morgue immediately I arrived home.

September 16th same 2022. A day after after my dad died also went straight to the morgue to see his body too.

Chaii. The year 2022 do me strong thing sha. A very tortuous year for me and my siblings. It is well.

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

Pat081:
Yes two times I enter the place only if those who call themselves big men / women can visit the place too they will know this life is nothing

akezn:
I visited the one in my hometown twice in 2022.

May 6th, 2022. A day after my mom died and went straight to see her body at the morgue immediately I arrived home.

September 16th same 2022. A day after after my dad died also went straight to the morgue to see his body too.

Chaii. The year 2022 do me strong thing sha. A very tortuous year for me and my siblings. It is well.

Pat081:
Yes two times I enter the place only if those who call themselves big men / women can visit the place too they will know this life is nothing

ruggedtimi:
At the year 2022 I lost my close friend and flatmate...he died in a boat mishap.
When i visited the military Morgue, It was my first time i was up close to the dead body of a loved one. Due to the nature of his death, the body was swollen and had a foul smell, eyes and nose were missing. It was a frightening sight.
Prior to my visit at the morgue it was so difficult for me to sleep at night. The first night after my visit to the morgue, i had a dream and in that dream he was laughing at me saying "he heard me crying, that he was faking his death".... After that night i wasnt afraid anymore.

Early this year....I had a strange encounter on the staircase leading to our apartment. I could perceive the fragance of his favourite perfume, to be sure i called someone else to stand at thesame spot and the person confirmed same thing. That was some scary shxt

SKhanmi:
Most young/over civilized/religion brainwashed folks nowadays just dismiss things they see as ceremonial without truly trying to find out the real concept behind it.

Burying a person with a machete is ceremonial but the old ones understand, didn’t the egyptians bury their pharaohs with stuff? They were stupid huh? I hope you know a human being can go to; be attacked and killed on the astral plane. And his body would die here in real life later.

I also hope you know that some people killed in mysterious circumstances do not move along to the next required plane, they stay around the earths plane, get possessed by stronger evil spirits, roaming/haunting known places sometimes for years until forced by higher powers. A spirit like that could wait for whoever killed him/her to die and deal with the person on the same plane because truly, Nothing concerns the dead with the living. There are ways but the consequences are dire.

Widen your knowledge horizons, delve beyond your local knowledge, the indians and whites have a lot of documented info on the spiritual plane if you can’t deign to dig into your own traditional history.

And I mentioned here on this forum years back. Freezing corpses, burying bodies in the ground are all foreign concepts introduced by mostly Christianity and are unnatural. If it must be done, there are some things to be performed first to prevent the spirit from being hijacked by forces and used to enter this realm ( those that die and are seen living in other places again), The best way is cremation(modern or old). This is a rabbit hole and the smart ones would dig into it to know why.

Maybe it would liberate some of you from the abrahamic religions that have not only stolen your very essence but also chained your souls in this life and even the next.

SKhanmi:
Most young/over civilized/religion brainwashed folks nowadays just dismiss things they see as ceremonial without truly trying to find out the real concept behind it.

Burying a person with a machete is ceremonial but the old ones understand, didn’t the egyptians bury their pharaohs with stuff? They were stupid huh? I hope you know a human being can go to; be attacked and killed on the astral plane. And his body would die here in real life later.

I also hope you know that some people killed in mysterious circumstances do not move along to the next required plane, they stay around the earths plane, get possessed by stronger evil spirits, roaming/haunting known places sometimes for years until forced by higher powers. A spirit like that could wait for whoever killed him/her to die and deal with the person on the same plane because truly, Nothing concerns the dead with the living. There are ways but the consequences are dire.

Widen your knowledge horizons, delve beyond your local knowledge, the indians and whites have a lot of documented info on the spiritual plane if you can’t deign to dig into your own traditional history.

And I mentioned here on this forum years back. Freezing corpses, burying bodies in the ground are all foreign concepts introduced by mostly Christianity and are unnatural. If it must be done, there are some things to be performed first to prevent the spirit from being hijacked by forces and used to enter this realm ( those that die and are seen living in other places again), The best way is cremation(modern or old). This is a rabbit hole and the smart ones would dig into it to know why.

Maybe it would liberate some of you from the abrahamic religions that have not only stolen your very essence but also chained your souls in this life and even the next.

illicit:
When my dad died

His body was returned to his hometown. Because he was believed to be attacked spiritually by unknown enemies. Yoruba call them Aye (world) and their potent tool is Ofa (invisible Arrow)

So he wasn't taken to the morgue. His brothers, nephews and male cousins laid him on a bed in his old room. Cleaned and dressed him up in his favorite dress. Then I was summoned as one of his two boys and his last child.

I witnessed them putting a matchet that was wrapped with red linen in his hand and chanting incantations that he shouldnt slumber, he must find his killers and cut them down.

I was maybe 9 but I know that they were just being poetic and dramatic, that is personification of a corpse. A dead man can not use a matchet. Only a living person would.
If a spiritual world exists I doubt if he would need a matchete to bring anybody down. I believed that they were confused but they were very serious.

When he was being buried. These same relatives were there and a reverend was officiating and they were reciting the bible passages and singing hymns that he should rest and praying and saying Amen.

The reverend probably didn't know that there was a matchete in the coffin.

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

Acidosis:
I want to write about my experience, but just thinking about it gives me chills. I can't.

Kobojunkie:
Not everyone is afraid of the dead.

Acidosis:
I want to write about my experience, but just thinking about it gives me chills. I can't.

Pat081:
yes now not everybody