(for Agbonugla Kofi Awoonor)
His memory stares at me, dreamy and
melancholic
On his head is a tiara adorning a charming
face.
He turns gently his head towards the gathering
A single tear fell from his tender daring eyes
He turns gently his head towards the gathering
A single tear fell from his tender daring eyes
It carries the anguished burden of a
world.
I bowed and saluted him and our eyes spoke.
I bowed and saluted him and our eyes spoke.
With a nod he protested the muddle his
father’s house
Why trained dogs bark to veil any cries of
the people
Why there are segregated benches in the lecture halls
Why there are segregated benches in the lecture halls
Why they tortured and broke the legs of
the innocent.
And he held up the sign: The Writing is on the Wall
Saying as he prayed: Soon this too shall pass
And he held up the sign: The Writing is on the Wall
Saying as he prayed: Soon this too shall pass
Before he left, he planted on me nature’s sweetest hug
From the banks of the
clouds the moon gazed at us
I
welcomed the farewell, but I shuddered, I stuttered,
And the closer he gets, the
further I fall sadly into the mist
Around my
terror-stricken ears he whispered his last words
Then he went past into the twilight unseen beyond
KOFI AWOONOR: One of Africa's leading poets, a novelist,
a statesman who was murdered by the terrorist attack in the
Kenyan Mall incident on September 21, 2013, Nairobi, Kenya
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