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| Kofi Awoonor(2nd right), author(right) shaking Wole Soyinka |
By Chidi Anthony Opara
We have again hidden
our heads
Inside heap of excuses
Like the ostrich’s
head
Hidden inside heap of
sand.
Like the crocodile
We are shedding tears
again,
Tributes
Tumbling with the
tears.
On that day,
In that mall,
In that nation
That got freedom with
mau mau,
A bard,
Other buyers bounced
The halls of the mall
Buying what needed to
be bought.
The mujahideem
Materialized with
malice
Mauling
Multitude with
murderous machines,
Some they enslaved.
The carnage claimed
Kofi,
Kofi Awoonor
The creator of verses.
Verses
That keep souls in
ascension,
Verses
That keep minds aglow.
This moment will move
Into the mass of
moments past.
We will bury
The body of the bard,
The other bodies.
The wounds of the
wounded
We will nurse
And negotiate freedom
for the enslaved.
Our arms we will fold
And await
Another moment like
this moment.
(This poem is
presented as a social service, all rights reserved)
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