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Ekwensi Cyprian

I call you ekwensu Because you are the witch doctor Who conjures with paper and pen the oracles of the muse. You are the pharmacist Who knows best the treatment of heart ailments And prescribes drugs for catharsis In your many captivating stories. O great orator Today I still sit in dust and ashes Draped by the night of your death. The compound walls Where we gather to hear your tales have fallen, Termites occupy the house And vultures hover at the top. But no, I shall not grieve forever I have built a monument of you in my heart And in every home, school, and office The wreath of your books, the tombstone of your life We shall preserve and imitate To purge the sadness of our hearts.

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