I Can Still Smell Him At Work

I can still smell him at work dusts of chalk strike my nose his voice raise anxiety in class chorus of echoes from pupils mix freely in the tense room I can still smell him at work pupils expose vacuumed head in amusement to his humor but those who miss the jokes prick desk mates for a chance I can still smell him at work backs of the playful, stubborn boom as thunder in the room as he asserts order and attention and gives attention to everyone Honored and revered he was every lip in the compound in the township and villages whisper his name in respect as terminator of crude ignorance Tough and fair to all he was with honesty and love in his heart a living dictionary he was to all but never a tap of living water to fill empty buckets with him