24/02/2024
REST IN YOUR PEACE
Hello,
It's been a while of lost years,
Truth of a touching disconnect,
Abiding pain of mixed feelings
About your trip to yonder land
And fear of the unknown
That stole you from us.
We did find beauty in tenderness
Didn't fathom the bleakness
In a union that blasted off smoothly
But went crashing at the success
Of three bells of fruitfulness,
That couldn't stop a sliding home.
Hello,
A flash back of moments
Of me and you, do bring back
Our first encounter of sweet love,
It reminds me of the rowing ship
Of our friendship, cut short by a deep
cut, left in me by a mum who turned her
Son, into a play toy for her divisive wishes.
You have become the challenge
Of all challenges, and mum, like you
Is blind to changes of unimaginable
Progress, of our bells, ringing across
Worlds of creative pushes, winning
Laurels, but pained, by your absence.
Hello,
We had seen nights of many nights
And some that came with long knives,
We had seen mockery and mock fights,
The mirage of barefaced witchery,
And won't stop laughing at them
Who wanted sleep, dead.
A whiff of a sudden act in politics,
Breaks with surprising spotlights
About transient ways and why
The drummer uses the same drums
At both joyous times of celebration
And moments of mourning.
Hello,
It's me Osaro...the one who made you a man
When many saw only darkness on your path,
The light whose shine was a torment
To them playing the clock of all-time.
Today, I and your bells are paces of ringing
Inspiration for many, who ask; why me?
It's me Osaro...it's about us...
Gbenga and Osaro, pulled apart
At a time we boldly promised to make
A difference for ourselves, for love
And sincerity of purpose, until a curve
Of evil hand, foisted forever distraction.
Hello,
Your voice still rings in mine
I sleep and wake up thinking of the time
Blindfolded ones like you would see lost
Times of unplanned disconnect with their
Hearthrobs, like me who wonder how c**k
Crows, have suddenly meant nothing to me.
I didn't quite get you...a pain in my ear!
Did you just say what wouldn't be fear
To me that saw nights of long knives
At close quarters? Haven't I known about
Wicked ones who say, death isn't for them?
And, we must come begging them for life?
Hello,
People like her never die...they die
Whenever they chose to die,
On their chests-crested is a line
Madly cherished by boastful ones-
"....the world lives in our pockets"
Claiming God is a lovely past time.
It's 25 yrs anniversary of your flight
From me and our bells who speak light
Of your actions because you went blind
From the machinations of faith winders.
Darkness has flown from your world,
You have regained your sight.
Hello,
Gbenga, your voice will recognise mine
Any day and happily, it still rings in mine.
What about not holding back your tears?
What about years of burnt fears?
We are stringing a son for you that
Has reconnected with his gongs.
We shall hear homilies about eulogising
Sordidiness that must be forgiven,
We shall play back wasted moments
And open the pages of boldness,
That rode over a journey of turbulence
Saying - "...mum, rest in your peace."
Eriata Oribhabor
Lagos, Nigeria
