Ichakpabudu Poem by WISDOM FREDERICK OKIDIKA

Like a demi god
For he was a man of God
All and sundry he accommodated
A comforter to down trodden and the broken-hearted

A new version of Frederick not Lugard Frederick
He was never a trick
For his hands glued to the testaments
Like Steven in times of predicaments

Like the reign of Absalom the Jewish panther
His stay with us was short
But worth more like Henry Ford
Snatched by deaths stinking finger

At that last day when his mouth opened
All I heard was advice, advice, advice!
Then away sang to beyond his spirit
Ichakpabudhu our dear own is gone!

Okidika Wisdom Frederick
(Poet)