The Bose In Our Hearts Poem by Samson Ejembi

The Man Bose, is what I fondly called you
Because you never new the difference between
The young and the old.
Mr. death came, so enticing, and wheeled you away,
Leaving us in this deep unsolicited broken-heart
That can not be healed soonest.

You disappeared into the mist
Like the mid-day rain,
That sends the sun behind the clouds.
Oh no! The cold hands of Death pulled you away,
Our pain.

Who will fondly call me Ados any more?
Who will freely feed the widows,
Even in the midst of austerity?
A silent philanthropist that never blew his own trumpet,
The Man Bose.

You abrupt exit from the stage
Has upgraded the penury faced by orphans whom you cheerfully fathered,
Yes, you jealously cared for them.

Please join forces with our fallen fathers.
Fight for us if you can while we glare-fully watch the red earth
To see how manly you will continue to be,
In your newly found world.

You demise has thought us a whole lot.
We have known how lucky we were,
To have you as a father, a brother, a husband and a friend.

You will continue to be you in our hearts,
Why?
Because you are irreplaceable.
The man, Bose