Bury me deep when I die.
Bury me deep in rich red Nigerian soil.
Bury me on a rainy day.
No umbrellas, if you please.
Don't close my eyes.
Don't stuff my ears.
Just set my lips to a smile
I would have lived the way I pleased.
will still be watching,
And listening,
And laughing.
I will still be loving...
the sound of the pounding rain in May,
the dryness of harmattan in December,
the crowing of the rooster in the mornings,
the call to worship from the mosques.
Leave my rings on my fingers.
Leave shoes on my feet.
But bury me deep
So I won't forget
The state I'm in.
I intend to enjoy my death as much as I enjoyed living!