He died, and after some years, came back to the same family via another mother. What do people call this? They say it's reincarnation. There are myths and facts. According to Islam and Christianity, there's nothing like reincarnation. However, some religions believe in it. What does science say about that?
Well, science bases its conclusion on facts. Empirical evidence is needed to propound any theory. While there have been enough recorded stories about Reincarnation, it has not been testable, so it's regarded as false
Do I believe in reincarnation? My Papa used to tell me that I was a reincarnation of his great-grandfather. He cited a story which I'm about to table
Once upon a time, I was born with a mark (not where I can show, I would have). It was the same mark as my great-grandpa's. This is the man, they all muttered. An innocent boy didn't know anything, but people were treating a newborn baby with respect and humility.
According to the story, my parents told me, I was adored by every member of the family. My tribe believes in reincarnation. They named me "Babatunde", meaning "Father is back."
What really made their belief more stronger was the incident that occurred when my grandpa died. He was laid in his room, covered with a white cloth.
I was so used to this man that I rarely parted from him. He was dead, and I never understood anything about death because I was just two years old. Very early in the morning, people had already gathered. You know the settings of the village and their eulogy when someone who means a lot to them passes away.
There was noise in the air. My parents were also caught in the saga, and they didn't know when I woke up. It was a village family house. I stepped out and walked straight to Grandpa's room.
I called him several times, but there was no answer. I wanted him to tell me stories. I was fond of that with him. He didn't answer me. As a naive kid, I climbed into his bed and removed the white cloth on his face.
I kept calling "baba, baba, baba, baba". I removed the cotton wool from his nostrils. I had scattered everywhere before my parents realized where I was.
The cry intensified when they carried me out. "Babatunde", "Babatunde", they kept shouting my name. This same incident happened many years ago. The person I was a reincarnation of did the same to his grandfather at the same age I was.
Could it be a coincidence, or really, am I that long-dead man back to life? Smiles.
As far as I'm concerned, I ckole is not any dead grandfather that reincarnated. I'm me, a real version of myself. If we see all these things happen truly, it's the devil at play. He has a way of playing around, making people believe what is not.
If I'm that long-dead man, I should be in the village hunting and farming. I should marry plenty wives, live a life of a stack illetrate and drink palmwine under the village square tree.
Maybe civilizations changed that, you know. Lol
Thanks for reading
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