The Day He Was Reborn

September 25, 2013 at 5:39am

(A TRIBUTE TO THE LATE PROF. KOFI AWOONOR)

My tears curdled the sun to sleep

Yet it kept vigil all night

Watching the moon as it took to the sky

The solar light source felt warm

In its own angst and lamentation

As the lunar god wailed

With much desperation till it quivered in cold air

That was the day darkness clouded

A life for which we will ever be thankful and proud

The cock crowed twice

Yet it resounded a dozen times

In my ears with inescapable echoes

The worst amongst man's fears

Now says cheers to one who was endeared

After life held him for seventy-eight years

If only death could be near

I would have slaughtered it

Ridding it off its cold icy hands

That never stays at rest but always prowls

You took a treasure away

But remained powerless

For your efforts to take away pleasurable memories proved futile

His name stands erect in bright ink

On our mind's tablets

And his love will sink deeper into our hearts' deepest bottom

''Owuo aankum Awoonor

W'awu no fofor)

Awuor aa 3b3ma nedin akron''

He is reborn

The black narrator lives on

We will uphold his legacy

And make mention of him as one who is close amongst us

He journeys into eternity where life is timeless

He sojourns to a land where his exploits are needed

Living us with his legendary

He is reborn into the indelible parts of history's annals

©Poet Seth Boss Kay (Bismark S. Opoku-Univ.Of Gh. Legon) @25/9/2013