One helluva Eulogy

He came with a heavy, empty suitcase
Carrying upon his already weary shoulders
The responsibilities of a family first
Then a community desperately in need of change
If we had found ourselves before Christ
This one would have been idolised
A matyr for the liberation of the people
“Don’t get more things done,
just get the right things done,” he’d say
Of what use then is a man’s life
If his life’s worth vanishes in his absence
Go on now, enjoy the lightness of being
It’s good night my dear friend
But your manhood will live on,
Forever!

Victor Oyedele