It has been a long since I expressed myself through writing. Certainly, I enjoy getting lost in words, but for a brief moment, I felt compelled to revive my aura. Writing is a significant component of my life, so I was eager about the subject of my funeral speech.

On April 3, I awoke one year older. That morning, I stood in front of a mirror, and the ocean of my past kept flowing into my mind. Its rectilinear sinusoidal movement drew my attention to the "what's next," and I forgot that today's undetectable actions are the "the next" that I hoped  for yesterday.

I told myself that I had become a little of this and that. A bit of everything I am not. In the never-ending swirl of life, I've lost and found myself. Lost and found again. So here I am.

All that matters is that we keep moving forward; one day, everything will make sense. For real. As long as death has not knocked on our door, we can always go forward or accomplish better than yesterday.

On the one hand, I was overjoyed to be spending begin a new season; on the other, it served as a reminder that time may one day take me suddenly without warning. "Esther, you're in your mid-twenties; the best time to write the script is now"

You probably know where I'm from.

There is no need to recall the problems that we suffer wrongfully: corruption, misuse of resources, discrimination (gender-based, age-based, tribe or subgroup-based, etc.). War, bias, intimidation, environmental degradation and disasters, unequal economic distribution, a lack of educational opportunities, negative role models, and other issues.

However, every time I attend the funerals here, I get an overwhelming feeling that I have coexisted with God's inspirations on Earth. Funerals' speeches appear to be far removed from reality and entirely made up. Even for monsters who have allowed themselves to be overcome by evil and whose death is a total deliverance.

I would wish to attend to my funeral to  hear the speeches about me. Unfortunately, we are powerless to alter the natural law that excludes us from  our final goodbyes. we can at least help by drafting a  speech based on a true story.

I'm writing an engagement speech based on the impact that I would have made in people's lives.

The days when I would be full of days and left in bliss, See these men and women dressed in black with faces painted in sadness who cry: “Where will we still find a woman like Esther in the Congo? »

Every sun rises, I strive hard to deflect the fabricated speech on my funerals. For as long as God lends me life, I will carefully work to create the content of my funeral speech based on the positive impact I will have had on people's lives. That's why I am dedicated to bringing out the best version of this young women.

I believe that if everyone asked themselves what people will say on the day they leave on earth, the world would be full of men and women who fulfill their mission very well.