How much time do we really have left? It’s a question that hangs in the air, by Muyiwa Adetiba

There was this story of a political activist who was considered an enemy of State and sentenced to death. His last act when given the chance, was to hug his mother. This got people curious. Why not his wife, a child, or any of his comrades-in- arms? The message here however, is not that he chose his mother, but that nobody else can really know what our last wish is until we act on it.
No one can adequately second guess our last testament if not told, or to avoid ambiguity, if not written down. Many of us know about the need to tidy up our earthly affairs, but very few of us act decisively on it. Many believe it is morbid. Or that there is time. Or both. Yet, only the lucky ones – or un...