₦airaland Forum

The sun has frowned
And the wind keeps
Still and silent
The clouds pregnant
with water but refuses
to pour it.
Alas the news has been broken
and hearts broken
Women wail
and clouds let out it rain to
help mourn a legend.
The man whose pen was
his friend lives no more.
The man wrote in provebs
has travelled to the land
of the silent.
We call out your name and
all we hear are wailings
But who should mourn a
legend who has accomplished
all he needed to
Rest in peace
Baba
Your ancestors rejoice in the
land of the silent because
you are now with them.
To enlighten them with
your works.
So we celebrate you.
You left a legacy and
you will always be
remembered.