My sincere apologies mother, i never knew that things would end in this way.
I therefore beseech you not to rain tears for me.
For the ink i am using are my tears already.
Destiny created me to be a sodier, which brought sorrow unto you.
I am not a saviour to save , but a servant to serve.
I am on the frontline, bullets are hovering to and fro as restless wind seeking to enter my body.
One bullet is already sinking in my left shoulder.

The earth is already drinking my blood as it fertilisers it's infertility .
The ink that darkens this writing are my tears, the book i am using is the sand.
My concern is seeing rain falling from your eyes.
Do not allow sorrow to enslave you on my account.
A sodier's life is a violent journey with a peaceful destination.

I plead unto you, do not wait up today nor should you expect a knock on the door.
Do not prepare my favourite meal , because my chair shall be vacant.
Though i do wish to taste your tempting cooking once again.
Do not let my food get cold, because the eater has been eaten by war.
Do not bid me a good night kiss because death has bid me a goodbye kiss.

Do me one more favour, forget you had a son.
Lest sorrow and wistfullness enslaves you.
But if sorrow does hold you, free yourself with the old aged faint memories of me.
Do not drench my grave with your tears because i cannot bare to see pain in your eyes.
My blood has already drenched the earth so no need for your tears to drench it further.

Now l shall only speak silence, because the clock has beckoned my soul to the heavens.
I will always love you mother.
I will always love you.
Goodbye......