When I woke up this morning, I received a call from a friend.
He sounded very worried and surprised when I spoke with him.
He read on twitter that I was dead and he was calling to confirm.
Unfortunately he had misread the message.
A young man from Mizpah International School was dead.
There are very few people in this world called Mizpah/Mizpeh/Mispah and I am the only Mizpeh he knows so he assumed it was me.
I was very confused because I was alive and talking to him but I was also thinking that I might have died and my ghost was talking to him.
This experience has got me thinking about death, the people who will mourn us and the legacies we will leave behind.
I do not know how many people will be affected by my death or the impact it will make but I hope I leave a positive legacy.
I only want people who genuinely love me to be at my funeral but unfortunately I have no idea what will happen.
Hopefully we can watch from wherever our souls go… *if only our souls do go somewhere*.
There are too many pretenders at funerals shedding crocodile tears for dead people they did not like, never met or even know existed.
I hope no one receives such calls from anyone especially early in the morning because it is terrifying.
You will doubt your existence for a moment before finally accepting that you are actually alive.
It changes your life too because you are reminded that we die and it makes you realise just how important life is.
LIVE!