No euphemism can console me
‘cos the reality of existence is laid bare;
that every being shall become,
and thus you have come and gone
...
Eternal praise I give
To the architect and builder
All of my being
The hope of years to come
...
The world without and our hearts within
Great determinants of our becoming
Both come with choices
Ours to make
...
Other enticements are fleeting
O! What more do I need?
While He is ever enduring.
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An Elegy Written In Utagba-Uno Church Yard
No euphemism can console me
‘cos the reality of existence is laid bare;
that every being shall become,
and thus you have come and gone
Clawed by the fangs of the uninvited guest,
your final words energizes me:
Odudu, don’t worry; you have no problem.
Truly my problem is that I have no problem
The glory of heaven can none compare
is your inheritance am assured
‘cos you never left unprepared
By your life it was clear
So soon my dad went so
A life that taught me to glow with courage
In your death a novel perspective I owned
Evergreen in our hearts you shall be