Adiew, Dear Mate Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Ogbonna Amadi, a storm landed FSAS Sokoto the hurricane;
A pinch fleet-footed boogie lad of uncommonly indulgence;
Announcing in triumphant trumpet, his name; Dusty Rhode.
Successfully initiated at the Federal School of Arts and Science,
He moved to greater heights; to ply his trade at Vanguard stable
Breaking ground with canal showstopper; the 'ShowTime' stream
This, is the Dusty I know: So the news; he passed on to glory was;
Calamitous: Cruel. Lesson to all who bicker, grudge and grumble;
Exposing life as deceitful dishonest; sweet, juicy now, then slayer;
Shows life, like a dust, happily sitting one minute, next wiped out.
And the sermon; each second spent here, God, must we give credit;
Him we must with gaze to the heavens; beg forgiveness, compassion.
But now, pray, that Dust's loving family left, be abundantly blessed;
And him, rest in peace, pray he be comforted at God's bosom forever.