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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 


 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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