'The Random Selector' by Ahmed Abdullah

The poem appraises the importance of death as a certain factor that must be considered in the existence of mankind and an afterlife where deeds will be accountable

The Random Selector by Ahmed Abdullah

He is not a man

She is not a woman

It exist without a passport

And without financial support

It is aware of when we were all born

It colludes with time, seamlessly

It mostly makes living forlorn

As it makes a sport of feeding ruthlessly

It is stronger than all metals

It is the visitor that invades palaces

It is the opponent in all hospitals

It is the fury of wars, the end of all menaces

Yes, it will come for you

Perhaps sooner than you are prepared

Hide in the mountains it will find you

Wherever you go it has appeared

So if it is certain that it will approach you

As it is certain you were born of sperm

Shall you wager God will not judge you

That you will go scot-free without any harm

The random selector is the only reason

Why I have hope that there will be a season

When all the evil men do shall be reckoned

When all the good men do shall be welcomed

If you don’t fear it, you delude yourself

If you fear a mortal more than it, you fool yourself

For when it selects you it is obvious

That all your labors are conspicuous

I can doubt paradise exist

But I am certain Hell exist

For those who are nature’s aberration

That chooses to be inhumane with selfish consideration

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Ahmad Abdullah, AKA Ahmad Holderness is a medic and a writer who is about to be published. He is the director of Home Of Book foundations that seek to help Nigerian youths to read and write better. His writings can be viewed at  and you can follow him on instagram at @home_of _books_foundation