Death is a part of life experience, and life experience is the reality one can bravely face. For death, to be precise, facing death is what a person experience. Oganda from “The Rain Came” by Grace Ogot has to face death in order to save her people. In “ A Woman Like Me” by Xi Xi, the narrator has faced her parents’ death when she was young and make up the face of the dead people at work. No one can actually experience death because dead is dead and there is no feelings. As for life, whether one is really living or merely alive, it is also life experiences. Oganda tries to live her own, but the narrator of “A Woman Like Me” is merely living her aunt’s live. These all contributes to the meaning of one’s life.
Death is simply the termination of life from the perspective of living human beings. People are dead only for other living humans. Death is not an experience, but facing death is. In “The Rain Came”, “the ancestors have said Oganda must die” (p 82) and then “rain will come down in torrents” (p 83). In fact, not only does Oganda face death, but also the chief, Oganda’s mother and the villagers. At first, the chief notices that her only daughter amongst his twenty children has to be sacrificed. The chief feels sorry for her daughter that “[she] must die so young” (p 77). The chief, who is of great power in the village, brings out the issue of death. And it is requested by the “rain-makers”. Refusing this request will have to sacrifice the whole tribe and the chief knows clearly about it. Facing her daughter’s death, he can actually do nothing. This is a part of experience for every man dies, what does matter is the attitude that one has.
Different experiences are presented depending on how the relationship between the two parties is. “Oganda’s mother [faints] and [is] carried off to her own hut” (p 79) when the chief breaks the news. The mother of Oganda cannot bear to have her daughter died. On the other hand, “other people [rejoices, dances]