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“Interrogating thoughts on death”
What is it about death that sends a cold shiver down the spine of many?

When I was young I saw numerous bodies of dead people. Some had died of illnesses while others had died through accidents along the steep road descent. (Once upon a time a car heaped two bodies in front of me. One body woke up and ran. We buried the other).

Someone once wrote that it is more dignifying to be assassinated because that is a death for a course.

I lost touch with death for quite some time until recently.

A work mate lost a mother; a close friend for ten years lost his dad; an old man I was designing a school for died; a truck driver died in a parking lot; I passed by a dead body besides a road; I was told that a young woman’s body was found in a sack besides a bridge on Nairobi river.  

The mother had fought cancer for long; hypertension claimed the life of my friend’s dad while he was being rushed to hospital; the old man, one among the top 5 richest in the country, died in his sleep. He was diabetic. The truck driver told his ‘turn boy’ he wanted to rest a bit. He packed the truck, went to the rear seat to take a nap and died. I don’t know anything about the young woman in the sack and the man whose body besides the road I saw . My lawyer and best friend explained that "the child ran into my car"…It happens all the time and yet it saddens us.

There are many other stories concerning how people died. A house-help being electrocuted; a pilot was hit on the head by muggers at a railway crossing in the middle of the night; a minister coughed to his death while on a foreign mission;  a witch was lynched…The list is endless. It does not matter even if it was an assassin’s bullet or rock debris falling onto one’s head! Does it? (At the height of post election violence one guy got about mocking policemen. He got shot. His last words were, "why have you killed me? What did I do to you?" It was captured on TV.)

What bothers many of us is the reality that a day will come when we will cease to be.

Science has explained transformation of matter from one state to another. Religion has offered some hope about continuity of life. But the explanations and hope do not lull the intense feeling about the end.

How many of us seriously think about these issues? Does growing old make the apprehension of death more bare and disturbing?

What is it about death that is so disturbing?

Today I met a woman preacher who has come all the way from America to spread the ‘word’ in Africa and she told me, “The bible is very clear. To dust we shall return”. She is a “Jehovah Witness”. I asked her about Michael Jackson. “The poor chap died”, she said.
Well I personally think that death has not always been as disturbing as we perceive it to be today. In the middle ages death was ubiquitous, it was everywhere and thus people knew how to deal with it.

Another aspect aggravating our perception of death and what it might entail is our preoccupation with ourselves. Today we all strive to be as much individual as possible and this also means a fair amount of contemplation and dealing with oneself and one’s own life. Often we even try to consciously construct a certain type of personality e.g. becoming a just, healthy and intelligent individual. We put so much work into ourselves that the concept of death becomes pretty daunting indeed. Let us just assume you have been building a house for several years and it would collapse without warning – Death sometimes works the same way. We work very hard on getting an education, we do sports, read a lot, try to be nice, foster positive habits – and suddenly death resets everything, destroys all the hard work.

In response to Juri Pavlov
Juri makes some good points.  A modern person dying simply looses more than his pre-modern counterpart. 

Selfhood as we know it hasn’t been around for all that long.  Not so long ago an individual person dying didn’t have as much impact because persons weren’t as important as the hierarchy they belonged to. 

Much is made of our rapid development technologically, but not so much of our subjective development.  It’s an important omission because the errors from reading history through the lens of our present state of selfhood gives us the impression the ancients were talking about things they could not have been, and that error would disguise our present, unique condition.

Our current mobility exasperates the loss of dying.  The sense of place has been displaced.  Sense of home has been taken away from the body.  Newly worldwide and instantaneous Selfhoods have taken the Copernican revolution too seriously and have become unable to construct space around them.  That the center of the universe is beneath their feet and is from where they issue and return has become an impossibility.  Cremation urns move mantle to mantle, city to city.  Our concepts of the natural have become rarified.  Our places of belonging have become commodities, places to be earned and displayed as surrogates, sublimations of the old hierarchical ways.

Preparing for the dying day would be preparing a place for it to happen.  Pre-Copernican, the task would be to build a psychological space that moves as you move.  Becoming its center by taking away all possibility of a center, the contents of the extra-sensory sphere homogonous; your existence, and the place from where you issue and you return made possible simply because of that homogeneity.  Not metaphorically or symbolically, but as a psychological reality.

In response to ted berryman
Very Intriguing.

I would have never considered mobility when answering to the question posed by Nyongesa. Now after giving it some thought it seems pretty plausible to me. First of all we now know how huge the world is and how many possibilities it offers. Some hundred years ago people’s worlds were small. Most never left their countries or even the cities they have been born in. They had no real notion of how many adventures earth has to offer and the adventures they perhaps could conceive of were few at best. Nowadays we have become proficient in thinking up and devising events to occupy the spare time modern life has gifted us with. We now know how much life has to offer to those who grasp for it and this knowledge makes death seem far worse.

What is more some 80 or 100 years ago to most people dying meant lying in a bed at the house they have build being surrounded by their family and friends. Such an image is itself a strong metaphor expressing that physical death does not terminate our entire existence for the things we have build stay and thus does a part of us.

Nowadays elderly people a put into homes the same way old cars are towed off to a junk yard where they rust and are finally turned into neat cubes of metal. The custom of several generations living under the same roof has been abolished. Old people are left to themselves. Many live their last days in solitude because the children went to a different country to pursue a career.

In our modern age where divorce is ubiquitous death has wed itself to loneliness and they sired a child and named it “fear of dying”.
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