A Private Sorrow

A somber shroud Presages a riotous day If only I knew That thirst for decades’ old reminiscences Which quickened my steps To your abode Whence it all began Will be so anti-climaxed By this impolite shock.   Now ends the day again After it first ended in the morning When stood I momentarily transfixed At […]

A somber shroud
Presages a riotous day
If only I knew
That thirst for decades’ old reminiscences
Which quickened my steps
To your abode
Whence it all began
Will be so anti-climaxed
By this impolite shock.
 
Now ends the day again
After it first ended in the morning
When stood I momentarily transfixed
At the solemn news
Which call of duty soon suspended
Only to be recalled
In the twin streams
On the cold  night’s pillow.
 
Garba Sadauki Arrow
A private sorrow this.
I mourn you
As one does a soul mate
Though boss and mentor you were
Destined like the rainbow
For far-removed horizons
Goodnight, Alhaji.