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Farewell to the Power of God!

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A jolly good fellow is on his way, down from the smoking hills of Abuja.

On the road heading for a place to hang his trader’s vest and have a rest in the country home of laughter.

*

The sonorous voice of Aaron Neville fills

The cold and moon lit night of a shocked Capital City.

He bids you goodnight.

I know the lyrics

But I am afraid to mime the song.

*

A good night wakes up to a good morning.

But how will you wake up tomorrow

When the lowly stream now lies deep in the belly of the mighty ocean?

*

How will you wake up tomorrow

When the bridge over the alley of life

Has collapsed onto the valley of silence?

*

How will you wake up tomorrow

When death has made away with the keys of dawn?

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But tomorrow you will bid us a final farewell.

Farewell oh dear Power of God.

*

I still see the sprawling smile that lights

Up your face on my approach.

I still hear your voice thundering with

Soul-Laughter.

I still hear you screaming my name.

The first and the last.

Full and complete.

*

I remember the times we shared, now shattered

I remember the long nights we talked about big things, now torn.

I remember your kindness and affection

To one and all, now hauled

*

I remember,

Your humility,

Your homeliness,

Your conviviality.

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I remember.

I remember.

I remember.

I remember nothing that dimmed your dreams.

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While you were up the mountain

You reached down to pull up others

While you were down the mountain

Your eyes remained fixed on the dizzy height of the pinnacles

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Big man,

You called everyone.

How the glory that you cast onto others

Came back to light your pathway.

And made you the biggest of all

With no blight of bigotry.

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Tears shall not cry on this day.

We shall not fret about your legacy.

An object pinned on the face of Zuma Rock

Something for everyone to see and admire and be inspired.

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We shall decorate your footsteps with roses as you march on.

We shall sing and dance with white powder on our necks.

And celebrate your past with

A sweet-smelling mist of joy and great memories.

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For those you may have hurt

Let it be known that it was not intentional

For those you loved

Let be known it was by nature.

So say all of us.

Hurray!

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Auvoir, Big Man!

Auvoir, Mighty Sailor

Auvoir, Dream Chaser.

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For Albert Egbaroghene (Power of God) Okumagba: A tribute

In the morning, a dreamer came to be.
When he threw his hat into the Delta 2007 guber race in Asaba
When he confronted his competitors with a pact of peace.
On the wings of time to be on time all the time.
Catching up with developments at the office of The Niger Delta Inquirer newspaper. One of his many projects.
Farewell Big Man!

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