Prof, I attempt to pour out my heart through these 14 lines. Not sure if you’d call it a poem.

Tis so sad; I’m so glad

How can death be so wicked?

All that I am is gone mad

The clouds have been sorely darkened

Alas a day of sorrow has visited us

On the black hills of Kenya

Our hero has been held captive from us

The ruthless brutes pointed the evil tool

An innocent child from the West could not escape through the west gate

And that instant determined his poor fate

But no, our father is only on a journey

A journey to occupy his position as the attorney

In the world of words where he rules

Tis bitter-sweet; tis so sad; I’m so glad

Tribute to Prof. K. Awoonor

Nsroma 2013

By Brooke Nuwati (Student of English, University of Ghana, 2006)