PIUS ADESANMI: EVEN IF THE ROAD TO THE CEMETERY IS CLOSED…
Even
if the road to the cemetery is closed,
We
would buried our hero in the earth of Words.
Uncle
Pius Adesanmi,
Thoughts
are deep but the words are few,
Humanity
is paled by your gallant death,
You
are a deep fountain of intellect and illumination,
Whose
streams run through the crevices of the earth,
Of
which we have all worshiped and drank.
Humanity
is stunned by the demise of a towering figure,
The
shadow of which influences our literary world,
Vanguard
of our fragile democracy,
Shepherd
of our national sanity,
The
mid-wife of our emancipation:
Your
words beautifully and humorously crafted,
Nurtured
the fading silhouette of our dreams,
And
we long to dance to the beats of your creativity.
But
suddenly the beats stopped…
The
water spilled and the gourd split!
And
what manner of life is this?
Even if the road to the cemetery is
closed,
We would buried our hero in the earth
of Words.
Uncle
Pius Adesanmi,
We
are lost in the sweet nectar of your wisdom,
Drunk
in the euphoria of the life you radiate,
But
the ‘go-away’ bird has perched on the roof of our house,
And
we have to bid you farewell as you journey beyond,
Uncle
Pius,
We
love you because you gave to us.
You
mirrored professionalism, statesmanship and fatherhood,
But
we choose to let go knowing we will meet again someday,
As
Facebook mourns, twitter sobs and the international community grieves,
We
take solace and cling affectionately to the words you said,
Few
hours before you boarded that ill-fated Ethiopian Airline:
“… If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of
the sea,
Even there your hand shall lead me,
And your right hang shall hold me…. Psalm 139:9-10”
Adieu
Uncle Adesanmi,
We love you dearly.
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