I hate yesterday
Because he died yesterday
A pall of darkness descended
On Nigeria Judiciary
As he’s numbered in dead
Beyond all reasonable doubts
He defends the poor
To dare a great spore
Rescuing comic Baba suwe
Who almost defecated his intestines
Let the trees weep
Let the mown grass mourn
Let truth-lovers mourn
Let his country mourn
As he walks across the silent streams
Threading on Angelic road
To rest in timelessness and tranquility
Though, Bamidele Aturu is through
His prints will glow always!
(Tribute to Barrister Bamidele Aturu (October 16, 1964 – July 9, 2014) may his soul rest in peace)
Tags: An ode to a Learned Patriot, July 2014, An Elegy, A Nigerian Elegy.