FOR BUSUMURU KOFI ANNAN

We have lived to see a fountain of example seize
After watering many a revering
We have lived under the disinfection of a lotus
Even in this menopausal mud
We have seen the rise of an oak even in thirsty soil
And we have learnt to dream even in our wakefulness
Busumuru, yɛdawoase o!

II
It takes just a being to change a state
Stories of Kofi Babone splattered satires
And mirrored our flaws
Until you blossomed through a Friday
And overturned it
You were the great Kwaku Ananse
Who wove his nest to house the world’s struggling
You were the soft worded tongue
Who balmed wounded hearts and achieved many a global stability
You were that one icon
Whose breath exuded peace
Personality called wars to their ending
Extended hand placed ties between nations

III
You were the best black star
Which led nations for years on end
Combing the globe from its hair to its toenails
To take relief to those in dire straits
You were he whose life was a gift to the unfortunate
Those arms that embraced the sick and dying
The hungry and thirsty
Orphans and the dejected
None knows the tactics of judgement
But it seems clear Odomankomah’s right hand called
Your soul to rest

IV
There is no need for tears
For even death tears at the empty mud
You left in its saucepan
You gave your all
Before heeding to His call
Atribal you in a tribal space!
Loyal soul in a perfect temperament
Sweet personality in a careless world
Ya wɔ ojogbannn
Agya pa da yie o
Do rest well as you walk on our red carpet of thanksgiving
And celebrations of your highest feats
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 2018