Paper... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I see it now,
the extinction of paper use,
no books...
no bibles like the prophecy told,
into electronics will all go.
Like running out of paper,
Explaining why I write so much on facebook.
Or why I lost that last note,
About good and evil
Love at valentines,
And decided to post that other stuff,
Talk about death on valentines.
Until of course,
ran out of paper use,
Opened the heart to a different tune,
A dirge,
An organ in a gothic church,
And sang me an insanity!


Before the paper run out,
I will turn to the opinion pages,
Read the new inspiring Mutahi Ngunyi,
wonder about those expensive suits,
our lidless politicians.
I suppose there is something out there
Mutahi is alluding to...
interesting stories of Kenyan Military Generals
or intelligent LECTURERS,
maybe an IMAM or Father of Christian Faith.
I am spelling a REVOLUTION…
and am spoiling for one too.

Before the paper run out,
Erich Omondi will produce one of those,
Arguably hilarious peaces,
Maybe tarnish a campus name,
I heard he was on our corridors.
Maybe before he run out of paper,
And Have to spend days
Without a lovely audience,
Because lets face it,
He does well with Churchill,
Match made in heaven,
For us with a sense of humor!
He will have to read,
poetry,
and seek his poetic justice.


Before I run out of paper,
Write something I made clear,
Am keeping list of cupid sympathizers,
I have recruited people,
who think otherwise…
a little less BLOODIER than I,
thought I was being ironic,
until of course,
they tear with their own,
a faint heart that never worn a fair lady.

Before I run out of paper,
I will think about the government of Kenya,
G.K. name sake initials,
Who missed class for missionary reasons,
Who happened to be,
last week’s cartoon,
I will think about certain individuals,
Salute them for my respects,
Before I run out of paper,
And draw them for who they are…

Before I run out of paper,
this sheet won't go extinct,
I will congratulate our generous efforts,
To read notes made,
By a melodic composer,
Who sings what is in his heart,
Or lack of it,
Who sees the world,
A bit funny…
Thinks everyone should have
a sense of humor
Knows enough to know nothing,
Quotes what is said in class,
Because he’s learning.

Before we run out of paper,
Make love notes,
Hate notes,
And thank you notes to all,
Saying “Thank you, am doing fine”
Mean the doing part more
Than thanks for nothing part.
Think about that SLUMDOG MOVIE,
the ghetto life indeed,
which one needs to see,
to surely believe!


Before I run out of paper,
Have to flush this down,
Write here, “ I was here! ”
Save this last part,
For a special verse.
For a while later,
Place it in an envelope,
Send it,
To receive,
What needs no paper!
What takes no space…
Like having something that is true.
Like knowing something is true,
before running out of paper,
to save this written truth.