earl asante (07/05/1994 / osu)
One Last Smile
Efo Komla Afeke Dumor
Fruitful palm with cheerful fronts
Pride of the soil of Africa
Adored in broad shades of confidence
Never minced words articulated
Words of truth and fidelity
East, West, South and North
Yesterday at noon as I tarried
Your warm chair was empty
This might be a byte I perceived;
Of your professional sense of humour
So I dared to ask: where is that friendly bee?
Whose voice echoed for attention
Attention to focus on Africa, mother Africa
Soon came a dirge: our brother, has joined ancestors
Shakespeare, Nkrumah, Mandela
On the land beyond the river
To broadcast sweet news untold
Oh! Komla Dumor!
May I view a smile for the last?
Sleep well Komla! Bien dormir Dumor!
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