(inspired by Agatha Aduro)
The elephants march
Blowing the trumpets of one who sang their song
We echo the blasts in something that went wrong
The East blasts the West: the cry is for a patriarch
Today my girl sings your praise
I join as we our voices raise
More bullets will fly
But we pray we find the grace not to sigh
Or cry more to the death of ours
While we tick the hours
Of hearts beating in frenzied dance to maniac drums
Wielded and played to by psychotic bums!
Here we are
Praying for you, our departed star
Greet Chinuamologu and shine on us all
Kofi, your sl..p was never a fall.
In loving memory
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Su'eddie in Life n' Literature 
A silent day indeed it was for Africa. When will this madness stop? When will the sighing cease?
He will never be forgotten.
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Sure he wouldn’t… We don’t know the expiry date of the sighs but we do keep praying. May the times be kind.
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oh well…may they be indeed!
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It’s so sad he had to die this way… Cruel, cruel world. I feel the pains very deep in my heart.
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We all do Sewuese… We all do. Smiles would yet come our way…
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Eventhough death snatched him away from us, Kofi Awoonor still lives through his litrar works. Good night Prof.
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More than those literary works, he lives in the inspiration he was and his several footsteps here and there. Thanks for sharing Yua. May our Kofi rest in peace…
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