LETTER TO DCSM2013074

THE LATE PETER YEBOAH

P.O Box  S.E.A.T 2,

                                      Front Roll,

DIP 2.

                              05/09/12.                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                    

Dear DCSM2013074,

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I have left the blank space above as a way of observing a minute’s silence for you.

I wish the RIP/RIP I have written here will be the acronym for “Rise If Possible and Revenge If Purged”. But since it is only God who knows why he took you at such a time and also the only one who has the reserved right to vengeance, I will rather say “Remember me In Paradise as you Rest In Peace”. AMEN!!!

Many months have passed since your demise but I am now putting my pain on paper not because I have moved to the hostel you were before your demise and afraid you will come to my room asking why the class did not write a tribute for you. No!

 Rather, I am writing because each time I open or close the door to my room, I feel you are somewhere in the hostel watching me like the father you were to some students, the counsellor you were to others and the  guardian angel  you have  now become to me . This has made me feel your absence more than before and has also inspired me to write to you.

And so with my tears as my ink and my face as my paper, I have written you a tribute with your name. Your emotions may be awakened as you read it but please don’t offer me a handkerchief because I do not intend to erase any of the words.

People depart this life day in and day out

           But yours was one I never dreamt about,

Especially when your words and company

             Were gradually having impacts on many.

The news of your death stills remains to me, a blow

          And as to when I will be healed, I just do not know.

Each time a lecturer asks how many we are in the class,

         I am tempted to say 63 because I still believe you are with us,

Recording every word the lecturer utters or writes

        And like always, explain to those who are not so bright.

Your demise has made me hate death to the core

       But each time I realize how inevitable it is, I cry the more.

Everyone in the class has missed your presence

        As for some, they still doubt the reason for your absence

But what can we do, what can we say

         Than thank GOD each time we pray

Oh yes! For giving us, a mentor, a father, and a friend

        Who remained a companion till his untimely end,

A man whose footsteps are worth emulating,

         And a man whose replica is worth recreating

However how much we console ourselves with meeting again,

       Your memory shall forever in our hearts remain.

Till I write to you again, possibly about our journey to your funeral, I say 

Fare thee well!!!

Straight to Heaven not to Hell

Yours ever,

DCSM2013041