I could touch his wife’s grief

His children wore clear unbelief:

His sister, my mother, cried

His father sat horrified.

These ones loved him,

Showed it to an extreme:

But their love so real

Didn’t get him a life deal.

The canopies could not take all

The weather too was dull

As we bade “Papa Uk” bye

Amidst every loud and whispered sigh.

Rest on, Uncle, just rest —

Sadly, this isn’t a drill or test:

We’d be strong and face

Our own days with God’s grace.

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May 26, 2018.

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Uka Nwagbara

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