One of Our Sundays Is Missing
one of our SUNdays is missing! - an ode to #sir Isaac Awofe Adebowale
standing tall, with the poise and elegance of gallantry. handling all, like the GOC of an infantry.
a beacon that always beckons
a shining star that travels far.
like an in-loco-parentis- our DADDY
a friend and playmate to everyone- our PADDY
carrying our weights- our CADDY
a one stop call to borrow wisdom - our GHANDI
when we err, our refuge for soft LANDING.
for boldness gutts enfrontry temerity and dexterity he was outSTANDING!
like no other-a father.
a ladder- yet to see any one longer.
a man that gathers,
a bright feather, a petal, a pace-setter.
A bridge, a fence, a sharp lens.
a game changer, A tears stopper,
through all these attributes, GOD saw him getting tired. Could a been refired but a cure was not to be.
HE wrapped him in his loving arms and whispered "come with me"
He suffered so much in silence yet his spirit did not bend.
Facing his pain with courage until the very end.
He tried so hard to stay with us but his fight was not in vain. he sent us text messages of prayers and encouragements every sunday afternoon to start the new week.
now one of our SUNDAYS is missing!
because we wont get that message tommorrow.
good nite sir!
Copyright © Omogoriola Bisayo | Year Posted 2018
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