Jimoh Obatoyinbo Junior's Glorious Call Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

True grace delights in friendship dear and rare
J. O. J was the cool-cat; graceful as friend he was indeed
Until the hamattan stripped him of his cover, lifeless
Jim; effusive, elaborate, and doting he remained to friends
Brash and brazen he stayed to vane and counterfeiters
Jim, never shy; was political with sharp-lashing tongue
Sometimes tongue turned two edge anyone, unsheathed
Sober, sometimes coldly and shrewd on business dealings
Yet, never the puritan, money he made he spent to spoil
Among peers, a star; jet strike and style were his strides
Nothing would have therefore be more reeling, perplexing
Than hear large Jim; an apostle, the evangelist of life, dead
Laying bare, exposed, the rot beneath life’s hidden veneer
That riches can render hope and refuge to health, titanic lie
Exposing wealth, a Pharisee, peacock, descendant of Lucifer
Failing, deserting when needed, brewing with the enemy
Broil innocent Jim was stifled, to wreath and wretch end:
So snatched, Jim left countless broken and troubled hearts
Exiting as did at such unholy hours sucked, like by a vacuum
What choice, he is departed, though hard like bile to swallow
We are consoled he was stolen a saint travelling heavenward.