The Clark-Fuludu Bekederemo family of Kiagbodo Town, Delta State, wishes to announce that Emeritus Professor of Literature and Renowned Writer, Prof. John Pepper Clark, has finally dropped his pen in the early hours of today, Tuesday, 13 October, 2020.

Prof. J. P. Clark has paddled on to the great beyond in comfort of his wife, children and sibbling, around him.

The family appreciates your prayers at this time.
Other details will be announced later by the family.

Signed:
Prof. C. C. Clark, for the family.
Mr. Ilaye Clark, for the children.

Emeritus Professor of Literature and Renowned Writer, Professor John Pepper Clark is dead.
The poet is the younger brother of former Federal Commissioner for Information and South South Leader, Chief Edwin Kiagbodo Clark.
In a statement signed by Prof. C. C. Clark, for the family and Mr. Ilaye Clark, for the children and made available to Vanguard Tuesday, Professor John Pepper Clark died in the early hours of today.

https://www.vanguardngr.com/2020/10/breaking-edwin-clark-loses-brother-prof-j-p-clark/

Sad loss.

One of the Nigerian literary quartet that Wole Soyinka referred to.

Now only Soyinka is left behind.
Christopher Okigbo is gone.
Chinua Achebe is gone.
JP Clark is gone.

So sad

R.I.P Sir

Chei ..This 2020 sef

These are d real role model unlike d present day Yahoo boys,corrupt politicians and fake pastors

I'm having a feeling of nostalgia. this man's work made my day during my secondary school days. rest on sir

haa JP Clark is gone

May his soul rest in peace.

Throwback:
Sad loss.

One of the Nigerian literary quartet that Wole Soyinka referred to.

Now only Soyinka is left behind.
Christopher Okigbo is gone.
Chinua Achebe is gone.
JP Clark is gone.

Soyinka is the last man standing among them, Soyinka and J.P friendship date back to the 60s

May his soul rest in peace

R.i.p

rest on the peoples elephant. ur poem schooled me well back in school

Rest on Baba.
I think he wrote Ibadan, the city of brown roofs.
Such a lovely poem before people turned it to something else.
Enjoy your afterlife sir. Plenty love.

Rest on Baba. I think he wrote Ibadan, the city of brown roofs.Such a lovely poem before people turned it to something else.Enjoy your afterlife sir. Plenty love.

Rest in peace sir!

SAD!!! REST ON SIR!!!

U wont see block heads here, jp clark was an icon.

Wow. Rest in peace papa. You have done well in your lifetime.
Say hello to your good friend —Chinua Achebe.

And accept condolences from we the family of Prof. Wole Soyinka

On this day, after a little tension between Prof. W.S and Prof J.p. C, the trio put aside their differences and paid Gen. Ibrahim Babangida a visit to demand the release of the soon-to-be executed poet, soldier,
and childhood friend of the De facto Head of state —Mamman Vatsa

They all returned from the meeting in a joyful mood as they screamed their way in the car on their way out.

However, Babangida's promise to the trio was a pseudo promise as Vatsa was promptly tried and executed


Lalasticlala

Night Rain

By J.P Clark




What time of night it is

I do not know

Except that like some fish

Doped out of the deep

I have bobbed up belly wise

From stream of sleep

And no cock crow

It is drumming hard here

And I suppose everywhere

Droning with insistent ardor upon

Our roof thatch and shed

And through sheaves slit open

To lightning and rafters

I cannot quite make out over head

Great water drops are dribbling

Falling like orange and mango

Fruits showered forth in the wind

Or perhaps I should say so

Much like beads I could in prayer tell

Then on string as they break

In wooden bowls and earthenware

Mother is busy now deploying

About our room let an floor

Although, it is so bad

I know her practiced step as

She moves her bins, bags and vats

Out of the run of water

That like ants filling out of the wood

Will scatter and gain possession

Of the floor. Do no tremble then

But, turn brothers, turn upon your side

Of your loosening mats

To where the others lie.

We have drunk tonight of a spell

Deeper than the owl’s or bat’s

That wet of wings may not fly

Bedraggled up on the iroko, they stand

Emptied of hearts, and

Therefore will not, stir, no, not

Even at dawn for then

They must scurry in to hide.

So let us roll over our back

And again roll to the beat

Of drumming all over the land

And under its ample soothing hand

Joined to that of the sea

We will settle to sleep of the innocent and free.



Rip great one! You kind comes once in a life time. Nigerian literary community will miss you.

gwafaeziokwu:
Night Rain

By J.P Clark




What time of night it is

I do not know

Except that like some fish

Doped out of the deep

I have bobbed up belly wise

From stream of sleep

And no cock crow

It is drumming hard here

And I suppose everywhere

Droning with insistent ardor upon

Our roof thatch and shed

And through sheaves slit open

To lightning and rafters

I cannot quite make out over head

Great water drops are dribbling

Falling like orange and mango

Fruits showered forth in the wind

Or perhaps I should say so

Much like beads I could in prayer tell

Then on string as they break

In wooden bowls and earthenware

Mother is busy now deploying

About our room let an floor

Although, it is so bad

I know her practiced step as

She moves her bins, bags and vats

Out of the run of water

That like ants filling out of the wood

Will scatter and gain possession

Of the floor. Do no tremble then

But, turn brothers, turn upon your side

Of your loosening mats

To where the others lie.

We have drunk tonight of a spell

Deeper than the owl’s or bat’s

That wet of wings may not fly

Bedraggled up on the iroko, they stand

Emptied of hearts, and

Therefore will not, stir, no, not

Even at dawn for then

They must scurry in to hide.

So let us roll over our back

And again roll to the beat

Of drumming all over the land

And under its ample soothing hand

Joined to that of the sea

We will settle to sleep of the innocent and free.



Rip great one! You kind comes once in a life time. Nigerian literary community will miss you.

MY LAST TESTAMENT, A POEM
BY JP CLARK

MY LAST TESTAMENT

This is to my family
Do not take me to a mortuary,
Do not take me to a church,
Whether I die in or out of town,
But take me home to my own, and
To lines and tunes, tested on the waves
Of time, let me lie in my place
On the Kiagbodo River.

If Moslems do it in a day,
You certainly can do it in three,
Avoiding blood and waste,
And whatever you do after,
My three daughters and my son
By the only wife I have,
Do not fight over anything
I may be pleased to leave behind

May his soul find eternal rest

Meanwhile,,,,
This Oshodi - Iyana Ipaja traffic no be here o

tutudesz:
The Clark-Fuludu Bekederemo family of Kiagbodo Town, Delta State, wishes to announce that Emeritus Professor of Literature and Renowned Writer, Prof. John Pepper Clark, has finally dropped his pen in the early hours of today, Tuesday, 13 October, 2020.

Prof. J. P. Clark has paddled on to the great beyond in comfort of his wife, children and sibbling, around him.

The family appreciates your prayers at this time.
Other details will be announced later by the family.

Signed:
Prof. C. C. Clark, for the family.
Mr. Ilaye Clark, for the children.

Emeritus Professor of Literature and Renowned Writer, Professor John Pepper Clark is dead.
The poet is the younger brother of former Federal Commissioner for Information and South South Leader, Chief Edwin Kiagbodo Clark.
In a statement signed by Prof. C. C. Clark, for the family and Mr. Ilaye Clark, for the children and made available to Vanguard Tuesday, Professor John Pepper Clark died in the early hours of today.

https://www.vanguardngr.com/2020/10/breaking-edwin-clark-loses-brother-prof-j-p-clark/

Rip to a great man

Abiku is dead las las

Rest in peace thou great man of pen!

Rip

Read his poems that were added to the"West African verse" back in Junior Secondary school.......A literary genius

RIP Sir........

RIP

The end is near