THE URGE TO LIE

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By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros 




My friend Okiri Mokiri, wouldn’t help himself lying

He lied about his actual name, his intellectual capabilities

His home village, his missing left ear, his James bond vehicle

His carnal abilities, his wife at home

But there was something true about his lies…..

We believed him.

 

The truth in Okiri Mokiri, lay beneath the talking

He talked at you, until you became an avid audience.

He described his successes until your own achievement felt limb and dim.

In his scars; the missing left ear, the broken tooth, the haphazard air

You would feel guilty at your own completeness.

His carnal prowess from which sprung triplets after triplets;

You would want to rush home and create a life.

He cruised through the bumpy, craggy terrains,

Other drivers parked aside, ashamed at the opulence of their own cars;

Their eyes wet with admiration.

 

My friend Okiri Mokiri, an honest liar;

Died a sudden and lonely death, died by the rope,

I would prefer the guillotine myself; I would prefer to die trying.

I still see his dangling feet sometimes; every day is a funeral in my head

At the funeral was the unwrapping of a gift box;

Deceit upon deceit was peeled off at his funeral

Okiri Mokiri had no wife and children,

Okiri Mokiri drove a stolen vehicle, wanted by cops,  

Okiri Mokiri’s missing left ear was cut off in a robbery,

Okiri Mokiri wasn’t schooled at all,

Okiri Mokiri wasn’t his real name, he was hiding from the world.

Okiri Mokiri’s success story, was an absolute failure, though not in his stories.  

 

The urge to lie in Okiri Mokiri

Stemmed from a deeper wound; well dressed and laced

The wound seemed attractive, almost seductive

I miss the tales and the dares.

 I still see his dangling feet sometimes; every day is a funeral in my head.

I too have developed the urge to lie

If only to forget his dangling feet.

 

© October 2020 

0726179789 

essyjeru@gmail.com 

 

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Bennittes Kipyegon15 October 2020 at 13:56

    So sad, almost shade tears to realize he wasn't genuine

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  2. Unknown15 October 2020 at 13:58

    Whaaaaaoooooo

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  3. Unknown15 October 2020 at 14:40

    Touching!

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  4. Unknown15 October 2020 at 16:00

    So creative

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  5. Bolabridget15 October 2020 at 16:20

    So sad! So touching.!!

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  6. Unknown15 October 2020 at 17:10

    So intriguing

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  7. Unknown15 October 2020 at 20:24

    Wow wonderful.you are a great writer

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  8. Charles masea oyagi16 October 2020 at 06:03

    Very creative

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  9. Jep meli17 October 2020 at 20:21

    If wishes were Horses

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  10. Faith chirchir31 October 2020 at 10:27

    This generation

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  11. Elly Paul17 December 2020 at 20:24

    Many people like living a fantastic life when the actual life fails. But as one said, trying until the fantasy become reality, then their would be no life of lies, but dreams which can be achieved.
    This is a great peace Sr. I really love it.

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  12. Eve M11 January 2021 at 21:04

    Sad

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  13. Bennittes Kipyegon3 March 2021 at 22:29

    This poem still amazes me, the life of Okiri Mokiri teaches us not to be envious. Other people's way of life should not make us think that we have miserable lives. One may think that the "other" person is leading a better life than "him/herself". But in real situation the one thought to be living a comfortable life is suffering in secret.

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