Its three years you are not here,

Seem like a dream, I did not prepare,

Its like you have gone to another land,

One that God had planned.

Your death has strengthen me,

I am writer like you, you see,

So many things run in our genes,

Through me, your son, nephew, niece and grandniece it’s seen.

The pain of your death has gone away,

I have to live my purpose today,

Tomorrow is not promise to man,

Live your life as God planned.

You told me of principality full force.

The cult, lodge, satanic and humiliated of course,

The lives of our people are sacrificed you see.

Even the babes pay the price of what they could be.

I am made to serve God not man,

Mortal man is evilious and a scam.

Its time for man to wake up and be wise,

Or be swamped by evil and surprise.

I look at your son he looks like you,

A lecturer at the University, just like you did too.

He gives motivational talk at church and schools.

I say you are gone but your son is no fool.

Three year gone but so much I learnt from you.

      Chips in people, trackers too, Charlie, Charlie game youths have no clue.

A word to the wise is sufficient you see,

Stay focus, be wise look at what you can be.

Put God to steer your life ship and see the manifestation of the trip.

I would like to come to United State of America to celebrate you.

It will be a surprise plan trip,

I want to meet people who celebrate you.

I want to visit Harlem University when I come.

To see where your new found life begun,

I want to walk on Utica Avenue too,

When three days after death I found you.

Life is a mystic you see,

For those who love, live and truly believe.

I can write every year about you,

Those who cannot understand have no clue.

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