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In Eternal Peace, Rest Mr. Joseph Obare Osuku

In Eternal Peace, Rest Mr. Joseph Obare Osuku

Fledgling adolescents we were,

When our parents handed us over.

Minds barely discerning,

Bodies still sprouty.

Under protective wings,

Your team took us.

With the touch of a father,

firm yet gentle.

You nurtured us into men.

Men of worth.

Words barely describe,

The toil and sacrifice put,

to ensure bright futures.

It therefore pains,

That a potter is plucked,

before he can bask.

Bask in the glory of his handiwork.

With supplication we turn,

unto you.

Oh Almighty.

Full of gratitude for bestowing,

the blessing of his influence

upon our lives.

Till we meet again,

fare thee well sir Obare Joseph Osuku.


Posted by on January 5, 2016 in Poetry



Thematic Analysis of Robert Hayden’s ” Those Winter Sundays”


Those Winter Sundays – Robert Hayden, 1913 – 1980

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on July 7, 2014 in Poetry


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