Another hero departs without a goodbye
A tragedy too hard on our hearts
Too sudden to believe What a loss,
an Icon of transformation is gone.
Your territory birthed 'Reflections'
I owe your memory the blood of the pen.
We couldn't take away the bucket
No thanks to our insensitivity.
What a confirmation to our mortality.
May your seeds be protected by the Almighty
Divinity, come heal the wounds of the family
Rain fortitude from Your abode
Console the bereaved
Rest in peace Governor Yakowa…
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