Hurt lodged deep in the soul held me back from writing
Gbanabom’s tribute
Mind maiming anguish stopped me from scribbling a poet’s
untimely eulogy
Grief-laden- heart felt a eulogy was a euphemism
for the final nail on Gbanabom’s coffin
I latched on to the hope that he might conjure
metaphors to return to this ephemeral shore of sores with his infectious laughter.











