Leonell Echa

A lion, with mane of a bear,
a leopard with spots, one can stare.
Last Lord of the pen,
lurking in his den
Lord of the calabashing’ beer.

Eternity will hold your name,
even words on you will take aim.
Echa’s god with men,
with deeds like Ben 10.
Egbon’ Enshin’, one without shame.

One good book to kids in a room
Olive of Noah, that good broom.
Sweep our will, sweep far
Original star.
Ogun’, the thunder with no doom.

Neither man nor curse can spell you
Not an item of sky not blue.
Northern groom to be
Nest of our honey.
Never forget words that are true

Ruddapoet [TRCP]