RIP: She Forgot What Mattered Most—Love!

Unfortunately, she lived her life on a drip.
Her heart was filled with so much grief, and epileptic seizures gave her a twist on her hip.
Lonely at the hospital with her immaculate and expensive weave but no companionship
 
Life has never been this tough since her devotion to earthly
 materials. But still, she yelled, "Money, money, money."
 
Her mom's weeping in the streets of Utopia. Confused and searching for help from the media, encyclopedia, and Wikipedia. The love she had for her daughter seemed in vain because her daughter had deep affairs with every currency she came across.
The confusion and love dilemma exacerbated between the mother and the daughter. But still, she yelled, "Money, money, money."
 
Can all these currencies she is yelling about save this daughter's soul? What her daughter needed was just a single rose for herself to be freed as a captive to her habits.
The epileptic postures became hard to ignore because of her unsound and illegal dose of prescribed herbs and pills provided by every flower that was close to her soul.
The eyes from the flowers gleamed; the eyes from a rose she should have received remedy poured tears offshore.
 
The rose suffered severe dehydration and traumatic shocks due to inadequate air, water, or sunlight. Instead, she yelled, "Money, money, money!"
 
Those were her last words. "Hey Uncle Tom, she has a name. You can call her Malaika!"
She died in the beeping hospital bed with a laptop on her lap. Life just happened; she died, and the rose is still trying to recuperate from its dehydration, trauma, and discombobulation discontinuations!  
 
Unfortunately, instead of love, money was all she wanted to see happen! May her soul rest in peace! Achebe was the name given to Malaika. It means someone who's always under the Almighty's protection.
 
RIP Malaika