Sojourners from the mama's womb,
Travellers from the papa's testicles,
Candidates of birth and eventually death,
Death is sweet as encrypted in the euology,

Death must come  any day or some day,
Don't rush to the grave just because yu have no more light, or perhaps your heart has been broken by a cheat,
Cheats and death are not relatives.
They have different genotypes,

At tymes darkness accompanies light,
And sometimes darkness persist,
You loose what you have nurtured,
You feel the world has been turned upside down.

But before you take the step of pronouncing yourself no more,
Think about this, we are all candidates of death,
Wait and pause after all we are destined to die.
Be careful, be sensible, in kiswahili we say kujipanga my fren.