Yep, rest now that soul of the pen
the famous name we all celebrated
over the ages, kept the burning flames
when things were up or down
with words of wisdom, sincerely
and you watched the old baobab trees sway
as they danced to times’ changes
with the winds of change breezing hot and cold
for the long awaited redemption.
Among the many sons of Africa
you kept your tact to the last breathe
unlike the others who bullied and dictated
not only our conscience but prostituted our virginity
and stripped us naked in all angles
with their tainted ink and barrels of the gun
putting the yokes of the chains back on our necks
after the many years of bitter sorrow
insensitive and unsympathetic to our plight.
Now that time and death has called
a call that everyone must answer to
we mourn and weep bitterly
of your departure to eternity
and we pray that the holy angels
welcomes you with that shiny ink
as you rest in that serene status
on thrones with breezy islands
aloft mansions where the righteous reside.
RIP that Soul of the Pen!