I am going to try to unravel a question that’s been haunting me for a while. It’s been about five months since I turned thirty, I believe, it’s just about the right time to be thinking about the prospects that lay ahead. Yet, we cannot define the purpose behind all of it, until we’ve defined the inevitable. Death to me is as real as it gets, five time lucky survivor of malaria, twice recovering from typhoid, and a bout with jaundice. The fact is, death is as pervasive as life itself. We’re all getting old, a few of my friends and relatives are already dead, some are dying. Whichever way you place it, there’s nothing calming about death or the prospect of it, as one of my friends, a geneticist from UCL, put it aptly, whether it’s heart disease, cancer or just old age, the fact that you’re dead means some part of your body malfunctioned catastrophically. I guess you know how it feels when some part of your body does not work as it is supposed to. Whether it’s a minor cut, a mild fever, d...