Adieu Michel, adieu the great gem

An icon bore when the wind stood still

As I waved this emotional hands in fear,

My tears hung in the mid air

And the gravitation could not pull it down.

Say hello to Mbadiwe, the great hunter.

Say me well to the underworld.

I do not look with watery eyes

 But dwells among the black pots howling

Supplicating like a priest

As you walk down the lonely road,

Remember those you left behind;

In the world of sin

May your protective hands be upon us.

Remember the chick you left behind,

It mourned for you with its sackcloth, darker than the coal.

How be it you left so soon in horror.

Your glories still weeping

Soon men would trampled upon it like the grasses

And the trophies you worked so hard for dies.

With yesterday’s eye,

We lifted you up high cheering.

Up you raised your hands merrily.

The field respected you and honours your footsteps

Audience slept with your thought in their mind.

And the wind drums cheerfully in your ears as you ran.

Many gifts flew to your palms because you made us proud

In the world of your own you were and ruled passion.

But now,

The worms had feasted on that pretty body.

Body which I adored thousand times

Well, the creator knows best.

Goodbye Michel

Wing the virgin face of our eager sky

Till we meet to part no more.

(JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT)