Bernard Opoku1 min read·Just now--
WARS DEATH NEVER WITNESSED
We carry the heavy architecture of our struggles in a silence so deep it resonates within our very bones, building a history of resilience out of the raw materials of our pain. It is a haunting reality that while we navigate the jagged terrain of ‘hustling’ and the crushing weight of private grief, death remains an indifferent bystander with no map of the mountains we’ve climbed. It arrives not as a witness to our endurance, but as a cold thief of the breath we fought so hard to keep, possessing no knowledge of the midnight wars or the scars that tell the story of a heart that refused to break until it was forced to stop. We are taken away by a force that never understood the value of the life it claims, leaving behind a legacy of suffering that the end itself could never comprehend.
