When the Bell Rings

When the bell rings My body would be lying lifeless awaiting to be taken to the mortuary People far and near would come My Facebook friends that used to ignore my messages would be posting my picture with crying emoji's and rest in peace hash tags When the bell rings Family members and friends would be crying to see me smile again Everybody would be talking about my time on earth They would be talking about my services to humanity and how good or bad I was When the bell rings My mentees would be mentors to others They will write sad poems about me They will teach others with the teachings they got from me When the bell rings Everybody would be confused and asking different questions Is he not the poet that writes for everyone to understand? Is he not the guy that was called Pakamra? Is he not the CEO of Project Africa Movement? Is he not the man that was here just now? What happened? Was he sick? When the bell rings The people that wasn’t on my side would pretend to be staunch Haters would be sympathizers Friends would be crying in different corners When the bell rings No one would save me No one would go with me No one bring me back to life My body would be lying lifeless