On Living and Dying Day 18 by Sonya Kassam

Die Each Day

by Sonya Kassam of Follow Your Shadow


We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. So many answers, if you ask around, everyone has an answer, usually a different one. Answers fry my brain. I mean I’m having a hard enough time dealing with living, let me handle one predicament at a time. I wonder if I had at one time ever questioned myself “What will happen after I’m born?” Hmmm…?

So am I afraid to die? Yes I already said so. But why should I be, when I am dying every day. Every moment is a death of that life I was allotted. I should be more afraid.…to live!

You know, just the other day I was made aware of the real possibility that my poetry may only be given recognition after I die…the fate of many a poet. And you know, instead of being discouraged, or a feeling of dread I actually felt excited. What a great prospect!! To be remembered when you are no longer there. When your physical presence is not necessary, kind of like errmm…God! Instead, your memories and your words are recalled. And they would wonder how I wrote this or why I thought that. A mystery, for eternity. That is when I shall be alive. What a marvelous and immeasurable way to live.

I reached the last page of my diary
Now I write on the night skies
My words whistle through the wind
And on every leaf of every tree
Through eternal echoes
You shall remember me

So let me die each day in dignity. Though the physical body resists and my material world constricts me.
Some ties are difficult to sever though you are aware that in this life there can be no forever. You do not die in death.

You do not die in death…
You do not die in death…
You do not die in death

You do not die, but you can waste your life. When that day arrives, that day death itself shall die if you have stamped upon life your thumbprint.

So I will pass this life as though I have a flock of cheerleaders urging me on. Only I shall see them and hear them. I will not take my life so seriously. What an offering, what an opportunity to feel good about myself and about others. If I don’t grab this gift, the magic will be transferred to someone else. And mine shall be an empty shell, hollow but soundless.

If you write it, they will read*
If you live it, you shall never die



*  “If you write it, they will read” was some valuable advice I was given when I first started to write, nervously.
Sonya Profile PicSonya Kassam 

I was born in Mombasa and live in Nairobi, Kenya. Fortunate to have 2 beautiful daughters, I enjoy listening to music, reading and drinking tea…lots of tea.

I am a former banker, creativity came to me much later in life. I have been writing poetry as a regular hobby since mid-2012. I have written very little prose, simply because I like to hide behind the ambiguity that poetry offers.



Written for the On Living and Dying series.  If you’d like to be a part of the challenge, find more info here: 365 Days On Living and Dying.  But first, leave a comment and let Sonya know how you feel about what she said, and be sure to visit her over at Follow Your Shadow, when you’re done.


Featured image by Karuna Poole

About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. “So let me die each day in dignity.” This is something that I also think a lot. Better to die in dignity than to live long enough to disgrace myself. Your thoughts, your poetry, everything here is beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing.

    1. Thanks Sreejit. It is a pleasure to be a part of your prompts. An opportunity to contemplate and deviate from the writing I am more comfortable with.

  2. Beautiful imagery.
    “…I reached the last page of my diary
    Now I write on the night skies…”
    Exquisite. A sense of continuity, of words, images and sound strung together, towards infinity.

  3. Hi Soniya, your prose is as beautiful and full of mystery like your poems, short, curt poems I read and wonder how you think about these?. You will be certainly read after wards but rest assure we do read and enjoy while you are very much around. so keep it on.

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