Elegy for Tobi Dike

A life that's fading is a flame that's burning out, I, a mortal, lament the departed soul. Tobi Dike, your light extinguished—halfway unburned, leaving us in darkness —with only memories to hold. We are all like candles—burning bright, yet fragile —our light shining edges closer to night. Gradually, gradually, gradually, we vanish, leaving only whispers —shifting sands. "Be kind, good, cautious" your words echo, haunting whispers—guiding light in life's turbulent night. The wise one says —"a smooth sea does not make a skilled sailor." Alas, sudden departure left us reeling, pained, lost, yet legacy remains —forever etched, museum of memories. Your particle remains—testament to love, unity, light. Tobi Dike, your light shines on comrades' hearts— forever lit a seed of love, and unity's bond, planted in comradeship's soil. The ancestors say —"death is not the end, but a transition." In time's relentless tide, your legacy stays— a guiding star, shining bright —through life's turbulent ways.