Clouds hang, umbrelling the earth
To lure the perfect air to lead
To lead your gentle soul to rest
The sun partnered in the sky
In shining dryness, to warm
To warm your beautiful spirit to leave
To leave this venue in happiness
Words form in the sky of minds
In appellations to honour
To honour your immortal talent in thanks
In thanks to your charming muse
Which blessed in wits
Wits which shook hearts, corrected ills
And antagonized change haters
On this day, this day Logoligi Rhythms milk our sadness and
Force many more angels of greatness to guard your steps
Uncle Atukwei, walk in shoes of pride!
As you journey to sleep leaving many to weep
Many more will keep your words so deep in their hearts
Long after your clay dusts the earth
Many many many more in generations to come will know you
Even before the ingredients of their favourite meals
In their loving mothers pots which lick fires to greet their mornings
Are made known to them
Aren’t you in lullabies through to dirges?
Oblivion has nothing on you!
Dissatisfaction is sand under your discarded chalewote!
From Ayi to Zuweira, Attaa to Zaara
All eyes see your flag flying like a kite in the embracing sky
Your rainbow of wealth left to us
Paints pictures of the fallen palm tree
Who will forever serve till eternity
Uncle Kwei Da yie!
Yaa wɔ ojogbaan
Rest in the most perfect of peace
Till time merges us to join in the pot of history
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Sept. 14, 2018
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