‘…In our
hypocritical ignorance, we tend to cry and mourn the dead but always too quick
to forget them. After the physical death, they even die in our memories -
multiple deaths. We should endeavour to make their memory linger…’ …Odeyemi John Law
Poetry
slips into my Saying Goodbye to Vero' Series as I feature Tola Adegbite. Let’s not forget the read-and-comment ritual. It's therein that our individual condolences are expressed. Thanks.
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SHE RESIGNS
By Tola Adegbite
Help praise this
warrior
Paint her picture with
victory colours
Adorn her image with
the flowers of splendour
With no weapon she broke
the gate of illness
Exposing it to the
breeze of shame
Praise this courageous
woman
She was never enslaved
to sickness
But rather brace the
air of freedom
Leaving this cruel
world
For
eternity to dwell
With faith she signs
her resignation letter
Written by fate with
the ink of time
Amidst the tears,
amidst the sorrow
I know the truth, the
truth of it
Vero' is not dead, she
only resigns
3 comments:
She is not dead but watching from another place... .
Really too soon,but dis i know is inevitable,only dat we're ignorant of d tym nd who.She's done her part,we likewise shld, nd live worthwhile lives,letn go of controversy nd embracing the truth,so we'll be remembered for good nd not otherwise...till we meet again,continue resting on d Lord's bosom,ADIEU VERO!
Ayomide.
Yes, this is picturesque... exactly the intent confirmation of my assertion. The Lonely thorny lane of existentialistic phenomenon is not for all to tread, but for few.
Only Poets are in the best position to understand and interpret the shady blurred reality of death. When others see 'death', Poets see mere physical absence - resignation of the 'defiant' who wouldn't for whatever pain, no matter how agonizing it is, succumb to the vilest threats of sickness, and the devourer - disease. Death is the way out of such situation. Survival here is tantamount to cowardice. But, the resignation written in the blackish glove of death is the measurement of bravery.
You see, we must change our attitude towards certain predestined phenomena like death. We need to understand the 'Democracy of Death'. Death isn't aristocratic or autocratic in his dealings with us, even though he acts gruesomely many a time. It is the meeting point of every man jack; it is the T-Junction where everyone irrespective of our stature, social status, religious inclination, ideologies, comportment, etc. converge for a race of two lanes - death and life. That is why we are but masters to death.
We can only kill those who have gone before us with our instinct and negligence. The lone respect that we can accord them is REMEMBRANCE... 'unforgettability'! In fact, tears has no place in the celebration of the 'gone'; it sends them farther into the jungle of stigmatization.
Death is a garment that we all shared! Tell everybody to beware.
Tola Adegbite, she Has heard your voice... she knows that she is not alone.
Thanks for passing the voice to a mute jaw - a Poet!
Love you all!
John Law
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