I met Solomon today.
We met at Ecclesiastes.
And while having lunch with him,
I asked him to tell me how it feels to be dead.
And he said
"Death is a permanent sleep".
I know that already.
"It's all darkness," he further said,
"Darkness, darkness all the way.
Silence, silence forevermore "
That sounds freaky.
"Yes, and even more in this case,
You'll not receive credit alert again".
"Yes, and even this your big phone-sef,
Some ******* will claim it,
and be pressing it anyhow.
No more emails too,
No Facebook nor WhatsApp messages.
No phone calls nor text messages.
And then, those pictures you took while eating
Ice-cream and fooling around at Shoprite and Coldstone,
You won't be able to post them again.
You will not know what comments you got,
Nor what silly emojis were dropped on them.
No one will tell you how fat you look
Nor how much flesh you no longer have,
Your frown will be but nothing to see,
Your smile too will have no meaning.
No birthday parties, and no more hangouts,
No teasing, no laughing, no funning about
No Christmas rice and chicken stew.
No clothes, no makeup, no shàkara.
You won't even hear when your friends laugh
Nor laugh at the cries of your so called foes.
No football match to watch or argue about
No Betnaija, no updates.
Your girlfriend too will find new love.
You'll no longer get her meechà-meechà
No love, no hugs, no kisses too.
No groaning, no moaning, no mènè-mènè
No sunlight nor moonlight play,
No Nepa light nor candle light
Darkness, darkness all the way
Silence, silence forevermore
You won't receive newsletters too,
Nor read newspapers in your grave.
No need for hope from promises made
and no more pain from those letdowns
Like something that never existed,
You'll be gone forevermore.
Gone into the dark,
Dark, dark silence.
So live life more, as much as you can,
Eat well, sleep more, work out, dream.
Cause no trouble, curse no one.
Be your self and have more fun,
Take less work and live just right.
Let good deeds be your footprints"