The Fine Iroko

On that promising beautiful day

Standing strong like a huge Iroko tree

You took over the whole clan

Your fine demeanor, your sparkling regalia,

Your flute, your dance steps, your red cap,

Captured the atmosphere

Eyes were drawn to you and captivated as

You stopped virtually to say hello to every tribe

What a fine man! What is his name?

Where is he from? Is he a king?

What does he do? Is he married?

Does he have kids? Is family here?

These were questions on the lips of most.

Chiefs came in with their entourages

Masquerade displayed their magic

Drummers and dancers filled the air with music

Strangers to this sense of African spirit

took a journey in their minds to the homeland

Just then, like a huge thud

The mighty Iroko fell

The whole music stopped and the clan was thrown to confusion

Lying still in the eyes all we quivered.

Never getting a chance to say goodbye, we wonder!

Well respected and leaving a big vacuum

We cry asking too many questions?

Fine Iroko, we miss you!

Looking at pictures you left on our memories,

We remember and appreciate!

Fine Iroko, your jokes, your smile and laughs,

Your priceless folktales, your rich African proverbs,

We remember and appreciate!

Fine Iroko, we miss you and will not forget!

Anita N. Eboka

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