Solomon Ochwo-Oburu Poet Cinquain

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

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