Africans are believed to have sympathy or mourn with the family of a lost one but how true and real remains for posterity to judge. The heart of a man cannot be seen but can only be judged by the acts of his or her actions not just in peculiar case's but in the generality of mans behavior. When someone dies, the so-called friends and colleagues, course mates and most time's the extended family put on the crocodile tears. When a relative or friend is sick, we can find convenient excuses not to visit. We tell ourselves he is not so sick, he will soon get better. She is being unnecessarily dramatic, this is just a normal illness. I can't go this time, am very busy.Then the person dies and we have to go perhaps out of guilt or to satisfy public opinion? We feel we did not do enough when the person was alive.Then the person dies and we have to go perhaps out of guilt or to satisfy public opinion? We feel we did not do enough when the person was alive. Oh, the flowers at a funeral. We put several roses to honour the dead.
In life a person may not receive a single rose from friends and well wishers. But when he/she dies, we dump them by thethousands at the grave. Can we change this practice so we give flowers while a person is still alive and kicking instead of when they kick the bucket. And for our African politician they used the burial ceremony as a campaign avenues promising scholarships to the deceased wards and immediately after the burial, such promises are never fulfilled. Conclusively I would say without any reasonable doubt that Africa is a land were death men/women are kings and queens.
