Lies, lies, lies.
These days lies look quite like flies,
Like some kind of mini, mean and messy destructive beasts.
Yes.  Lies are flies. They're perchy and *****.
And like lies, flies probably remind us
Of what happens when something is wrong, when something is dead and decaying.
I see a lot of flies these days.  
They're even more on social media.
Many, many, many, many of them,
Flying about.
Some are really huge too.  
Huge, irritating and poisoning like those green flies in cesspits.  
But it seems only a few people seem to care how flies have started living with us, completely normal.
We used to have nets and fliesicides to put them away.
But now, we seem to rear them and have them  live even inside our souls.
So you see them in homes
You see them in offices,
You see them schools,
You could see them more in churches
No matter how clean everyone and everything and everywhere seem to be.
Flies, flies, flies here and there flies, or lies.  
It makes you wonder what is
Dead and decaying and smelling around us.
Well, many things are dead
Moral is dead
Faith is dead
Discipline is dead
Godliness is dead
Patience is dead
Conscience  is dead
Tolerance is dead
Love is dead
Dead, dead, dead.
Dead and decaying!

My love for you is forever
Let me be your loving lover
Let me melt into your heart
And ne'er find a way to part
Let our love unfurl and bloom
Be my bride and I your groom
Let me lie upon your arms
And sip the lulls of your palms
Let the comfort of your bed
Be the ice that cools my head
Let me dream sweet dreams of you;
Let it come alive and true
Let your kisses, smiles and hugs
Be my most refreshing drugs
Let us hold hands as we walk
And find joy each time we talk
Let your name and mine be starred
On a dainty wedding card
Let me lust after your hips
And the sweetness of you lips
Let your eyes reflect my mood
Let your presence be my food
Let our voices please our being
Let  us always be agreeing
Let the thoughts my heart design
Be the cravings of your mind
Let your life and mine be one
Let it be unending fun

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"