Threnody for Kofi Awoonor: (1935-2013)

January 13, 2024
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Threnody for Kofi Awoonor

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By
Echezonachukwu Nduka

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Friday, November 22, 2013.

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When
journeys begin and end at the beginning,

We question the place where life
vanished.

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When a flowery pen’s ink was
snatched and spilt;

Westgate’s mall melodies turned
sour.

For this passage, cries and tears
bear testimony.

Inks of bards wail and chant dirges.

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Kofi,

Yours was not a war of words, but
thoughts

so rich and rare. Flowing from your
fount of poesy,

They touched thirsty tongues and
filled

 minds with wit and foresight.

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Kofi,

Your eyes are closed, but open.

Your ears are stopped, but alive.

No bard bows to death wholly.

You have left earth’s crust.

But your works are born again.

Sleep; may you find rest in these
songs.

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