Something must kill a man

Transform your life with the power of habits and ancient myths. "Before the First Cough" They say something must kill a man. But they never say how silently that something comes. It comes in a fried plate served with laughter. It comes in a prayer soaked with superstition. It comes in the plastic wrapper of convenience, the cigarette of status, the factory smoke of ambition. This book was not written to scold. It was written to remember. To remember the forgotten costs of modern life. To remember how the things we love—our food, our work, our culture, our machines—sometimes love us to death. Something Must Kill a Man is not a medical journal. It is not a conspiracy. It is a mirror—held up to a man eating, walking, praying, scrolling—unaware that each breath is a negotiation. From the markets of Lusaka to the alleys of Lagos, from the back streets of Dhaka to the grey rooftops of Detroit, this book stretches its voice across cultures and continents. Because no man is immune—not the rich in their glass towers, not the poor beneath their leaking roofs. And if something must kill a man, then let that man at least know its name. Let him know the poison. Let him know the lie. Let him know the habits, the customs, the inventions, and the omissions that quicken his journey to the grave. Because the greatest tragedy is not that we die— But that we die in ignorance of how we helped it happen.