Once more in a moment between here and there,
A Moment between Past and Present,
A Moment between yesterday and Today,
A Moment between Time and Eternity,
Comes a thought
A thought of when, how, who and to whom
When is the "when" of goodbyes,
How is the "how" of the walk to the great beyond
Who knows the "who" next to be greeted with black suits and everything dark
Who knows to "whom" it has been appointed to sleep once and the next judgment
Hmmm Black Angel, Peace of the old and fulfilled,
Life-snatcher of the young, and
Evil-genius to the unborn, Why thy sting
Sule is gone
His 26 stores placed on auction
What of Bola, her saloon looted by men of the dark
Emeka, sold out even before the Dark Angel came knocking
Dafe the blind principal, as well gone but not Dead. He lives
His mannerism lives
His admonitions lives
His Piousness lives
His cheerfulness lives
His selflessness lives
His unconditional compassion lives
All others and their possessions died but Papa Dafe may never Die
He only swapped places
Swapped from living amongst us to living inside of us. What a benevolent father he is
Do what you must do if you must conquer the Dark Angel. Time is not a friend...
Drake Omonode
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