22 September 2012

Today death visited our home
The place of laughter, parents and grand parents chasing their little ones
The place where a raucous surrounding becomes suddenly peaceful
The place where I have meditated and prayed
The place where all memories of family begins
The place now, filled with tears.

Struggling to see the ink through mine
I pen what I feel:
You visited us death,
today your temporary address was 5119 Accra-North.
I rebuked you in my prayer yesterday
But today my Father gave you permission to take my father.
Remember this, it is a temporary address, and my Father willed it so.
If you think this will derail us from our Father,
Then think twice. In fact, you make we "bore sef"
We will serve Him "gidigidi" like our father did!!

I save the last verse for you, Da
I knew this day will come, but not so soon.
I was praying you will see the day I walked her down the aisle
The day when you will hold and cuddle my "lings"
But that day was not meant to be
Right now I feel you are chilling out in heaven, our destination
Waiting for all of us to meet again.
I cry not because I am afraid,
I cry because I already miss you.
But you are with our Father, your Father
So fare thee well my father,
Today you are the victim yet you are the victor.