For grandpa Benedict Okoko Ibadeki
Mass of seeds
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In the silent nights tarried
Mass of sand
For salient delays arid
The long yearns as on whom to beckon
The long wait where a sojourner must return
The old man goes to ground
The young man goes away
To the silent nights that tarry
To the mass of seeds
To become mass of sand
Sand from which life becomes
Journey of life you sojourned
The celestial, now you ascend
Then this bye I bid
A farewell of benediction
Tarry among the ancestors
Tarry long a victor
O benedict! O benedict!!
Just like your rib
Ascend to the heavenly crib
And remain while I wait my turn
Your absence may be a thorn
For counsels for guide
But a must you glide
As the ages have come a fruition
Thus this farewell of benediction
Make the leaves sprout abundance
And the nightingale sing blessings
Blessings for me a dance
A dance in fortune at your passing
Let the ancestors reckon
And pray for your seeds behind
That your back be scratched with beacon
Yes beacon of good hope to your hind
Bid you farewell of benediction
Benedict we do
Benedict we are without ado
But let the heavenly bless us in succession
While at the edge of the two worlds
