4 – Hour Interviews in Hell
By Yemi Bankole
This is a message from the far country. It is meant for the world; read by millions; believed by the humble; prayed about by the wise. Though, sea shall be crossed and island explored; though knowledge shall multiply and wisdom form a pyramid, yet every soul shall outlive the sun, and the human spirit will never sail into extinction. In a country, in a year, in a day in a place, the body and the soul shall separate. No complaint, no excuse, no appeal, no lawyer, when our souls shall answer the home – call of God. The beautiful for the ugly earth, the high for the dust below, dust back to the dust, but the soul flies away. The last drama is for the deceased to sit quietly as if alive under the word “Obituary” and be honoured with ‘‘’Late” the 4-letter title that follows his name for the rest of eternity, to tell every man who can read that he was once a dweller of this patched land. We are fragile and limited. We are all birds of passage. We are accorded but with a fleeting glory.
My humble reader, arise, the sun is setting and darkness is coming, take advantage and grasp opportunity. It has been religion all the while, now it’s time for true salvation, now is making holiness your heartbeat. Get enlisted for heaven while salvation is cheap and your spirit is willing.