by Cuba Ukoh (@CubaUkoh)
Tell me it’s not true, say it isn’t you
From childhood I watched
As age in its tender pace
Began to contour your face
Still I swore I would get to meet you
If only I wrote and wrote faster
My wish would come true!
But beyond day dreams conjured,
Life happened…
And as all things that come, they go
But even from death’s embers I know,
Your legacy shall eternally glow
And though now you tread a dead man’s path,
Things do not fall apart
Your words will always traverse my heart
As you remain for now and always;
A man of the people
Cuba
The African Renaissance 