Faeo 'Lyre' Clive (16th August 1989 / Isseke - Ihiala, Anambra State.)

'Patrick, Sir! It is not my
comfortable grudge that
the black carmel that did
kneel at the gate of all,
saw you now going in the
way of all flesh. I made
gladen thus that you did
take it up with nothing
deserving. Did he cure
your sick-bed thus? Sorely,
I beat my chest in might
that nothing died; it is
that heavy your life made,
that came over Earth that
received you forth from
all security. Something,
alas! sorrows. I am used
in an opinion that loss is
not in all-lost and all lost
whence the means is an
acquaintance acquired;
therefore let not the ac-
quisitive from this bound
for there's nothing lost
intil but irreplaceable.
Whom the gods love has
gone but I am strong that
he died not at the will of
anybody. Nothing, I know,
becomes you as departing
life but I am no weak in
belief that it wasn't your
defeat as the neighbours
outdoor, has a perspective.
The providence
so intended for you, from
that you asked. I am with
this writting and seek it
note that My friend, I did
know not that I will know,
bade farewell without my
knowledge of it. Who
can tell yet how we had
met or gone, whereof
I was pierced in my way,
greatest, as a nobody to
to bear your departure?
Though you brought me
to grace your last of breath
but I regret yet, our future
thence I knew not I was
meeting your last. God is
omniscient! If you have a
son in me, time is yet to
tick, for I am innocent of
my oath of affection with
you. It is a strangeness to
me to go this mad vantage
with your sense. I have no
last-name of my own; so
I may yet be labelled
'Okoba' for what did take
place amid us. The pride
is to me, personal, but not
is a stain in our gene. It is
what God told nature. In
my making, I shall lean up
to quote our union unmet,
that did thus put my spirit
to torch. Were we better
friends as enemies, in that
our familiarity bred this
contempt, for I met but
your last hour, when the
clock lacked time to tick?
Return if possible,
O Ubaka! of your troubles
with fate as in the seeing
of any, outside. Shall we
sorrow for the enemies to
prey on? Your labour is not
lost, O daddy! but you did
pave the way intil your
last merchandise, with
your laying to allow the
greenest and the freshest
scope of a ventilation,
fairly. Time is omniscient!
Why wont the unknown
enemies, as gestured,
perish, as made my Love,
Tonia, fatherless, with the
earthly and the mortal
possession? Of the entire
house-hold, with love, I do
regret, though the big loss
of our beloved husband,
father, brother, uncle and
great mentor and friend,
Mr Patrick Ubaka Okoba;
may you again but not intil
thus, if can. Journ you in
health intil pre-ordained.''