Rest in peace, John.

And yet again. We loose,

To that took Sankara.
To that took Nkuruma.
Ooh death what is it!
That your bellies don’t fill?

The earth has soaked,
In deep pain,
Ooh Shame has taken shape of our faces,
And we are damned by it!

Ooh beloved Forerunner,
Ooh deserving Father,
How is justice to live now that you’ve left?

How is our sovereignty to hold breath?

What shall we say to progress?
Pan-Africanism , rationality!?
What shall we say?

My joints weaken at the thought of it;

Another season without reason in our region.
Another fall!

My mind whirls,
Ooh why did you have to leave like this,
When we still really needed you?

Why?

They call you unworthy,
In their side of the world.
Yet here you sit on thrones bestowed on the worthy!

By Madiba,
By Nkurama,
By Sankara you sit!

For you have deserved that seat.

Africa’s hearts crack in your absence,
We shutter within!

Should I say of the wailing mothers,
The fathers joyful now with faces long?
Or should I say of the dismay on the faces of youth.
In Kenya,
In Rwanda,
In Tanzania,
In especially, Uganda,
Who looked up to you?

We weep bitter tears,
We thirst for your presence,
Your voice once again,
Your sterness,
Your sensibility ooh your vigour!

Africa cries!
Africa cries!

From the south to the center,
From the east to the west,
Throughougt the north and to those abroad,
Our eyes harbor your tears.
Our minds question.

We’ve lost,
Ooh we’ve lost,

The cracking whip!
The deserving Pan-Africanist,
Ooh Bulldozer,
Father,
Comrade,
Icon,
Idol…
We mourn youu!

John.

Ooh we mourn.

– Thee logophile


( *In tribute to The late Dr John Pombe Magufuli.)*