Oh Death!

Oh death!

Where is thy abode?

I want to pay you a visit!

You've caused me much pain

You make me cry all the time

Like a baby every now and then

You make every January

And every May

A month of sadness and sorrow

My father was a noble man

He toiled under the Sahara sun

The scorches were thick-skinned

To his succulent skin

Yet he endured the excruciating pains

To provide for us

You didn't let him reap those fruit trees

Akunne was my Rainbow

He molded me into many colours

He was every shade of my being

He was my best teacher; preacher

And best friend that will exist no more

He nurtured me into wisdom

Bequeathed me intelligence

Infested my mind with adages; idioms

That I became old before I was old

With my wise sayings

My father was my mentor

He indoctrinated me into Marxism

I sipped the juice of non-materialism

I became antithetical to bourgeois

He was a leftist; a liberalist

I inherited his revolutionary code of belief

But in a different way; a soft one

His world was different from mine!

He thought me Keynes principles

He baptised me with the Keynesian Bible

I became an advocate of Keynes School of Thought

But a lot has changed now!

My brother was my best poet

His word usages made me

Call for my dictionary more often than I appreciated

His writings were extraordinary

His messages were magical

Sometimes mysterious to an ordinary head

But re-assuring when unraveled

Though he lived shortly

With his magical ink

He spelt out his life in his poems

Buchi was a physicist in the making

Summa cum laude already awaited

But you the invisible hand

Snatched him away

He was my best gentle man

Brimmed with smiles at all times

Even when hurting

At 20 you felt he had served

His earthly purpose(s)

You took him away

Though his sojourn was mysterious

He wasn't a coward;

For those who thought otherwise

He fought the unseen forces;

Wrestled the unknown demons;

Challenged the underground;

And he once conquered them

But you Grim Reaper

Pulled up with your caravans

When he was a weakling

Oh Death!

Tell me your abode

Let me call on you.