This pill is too hard for me to swallow,
And the words hang on my throat:
Kofi Awoonor has done me wrong,
He crossed over without telling me.
He has gone back to the womb of the earth
And I’m helpless, helplessly helpless!
Now that you’ve crossed over and the
Eternal gateman have closed the cemetery door
What do you expect me to do?
The weaverbirds are too many
I can’t fight them all alone!
What would happen to this house,
The house we are both tending?
Should the weaverbirds take over then?
Should they now defecate with impunity?
I’m helpless, believe me, I’m helpless!
But promise me two things father Awoonor:
That you’ll have the mind to look back at me?
Promise me also that as you cross over,
You won’t fight the likes of Kove,
Kpeti, and Nyidevu for abandoning us?
It’s not their fault, but the way of the world:
Where one’s race stopped is beginning for another,
The death of one is the birth of another.
They know, yes, that you’ve wandered lonely
The wilderness is so vast you can’t traverse all
And now you have returned back to them.
I stand here, I, the late mourner at the cemetery,
Others have all gone back home,
But I want you to know one thing still;
Your poetry roars and can be heard from afar
It still lingers, and in the concave of my memory
It lodges evergreen.
You’re eternally crested with gold in my mind.
You’ll forever be remembered in my heart!