Poetry: In memoriam – For Kofi Awoonor who died in the Kenya mall attack

by Abdul ‘Obemata’ Mahmud

kofi

….still, I think of about this moment, I clear the sea of mourners with my gaze, thinking it appropriate to curse those merchants of death, I think about you, still.

I

I, this moment of mourning,

wait, burdened by the grief of our parting,

I am thinking of you, thinking

about widows who weep for husbands who are no more,

I think about children who bear doves

in their hands, pleading life and peace,

I think of being burdened

by the silences of cemeteries that once bordered

the outskirts of our hometowns–their wet eyes of sand,

tombstones conceal our own grieves,

yet oblivious of silence —

that have now become homes that know no joy,

full of sorrows,

of the shadows of the setting sun familiar as death.

you are no longer a citizen of this continent

sadness now wounds,

still, I think of about this moment,

I clear the sea of mourners with my gaze,

thinking it appropriate to curse those merchants of death,

I think about you, still.

 

ii

What road that has taken you away

that does not return you to us?

lover of places I love, we love.

what path bears your footprints?

where are you lover of poetry, voyager

of voyages, of time, of places in the sun,

whose voice i no longer hear, whose songs I

no longer discern in the corridors of the wind

I no longer hear in the backyard of time,

in the sunlight among the trees.

you are silent where I trace and retrace the shadow of your absence,

where I trace your names

among the atoms of time.

lover of places I love, of whitening pages of poetry, time searches out my wowed eyes,

under which sun does your shadow stay motionless

which tree, which branch shall bear

this memorial plaque?

what road has taken you away,

what road that has not returned you to us?

 

iii

your journey is this sad awakening,

this journey of time

fleeting at the forks of the road,

the paths of the sun, rain and the earth,

the slow procession of mourners

and hands that bid goodbyes;

journey wounds the earth, hearts that wish

tears would banish the sunset,

this death

my eyes trace on the sand of memories.

You have been gone for days now

I listen to the road without hearing your footsteps,

look at the clock, without seeing or knowing when time departs or arrives…

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 Obemata is the pseudonym of the Nigerian lawyer & poet, Abdul Mahmud; and the author of the anthology of poems, “Triptych” (2013) and “Poems of Arrivals & Departures” (Forthcoming, 2014).

 

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