An Anthology in Honour and memory of the Late Ify Omalicha Agwu and Sesan Ajayi by the Society of Young Nigerian Writers.
The thematic areas of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers are creative writing, poetry, essay, drama, diary and short story writing. In a bid to effectively address some social issues like politics, corruption, bribery, child hawking, religion malpractices to mention but few. We use various creative writing means such as poetry, drama, short stories, diary, novels and other forms of literary and creative arts to express our opinions and different views.
AN ELEGY FOR A BEAUTIFUL SOUL
It pains the heart to write an elegy
For a beautiful soul too soon gone
A soul blessed with talent, love and grace
And a mind beautifully blessed with words.
In the voice of the singing bird
I hear a dirge, sorrowfully sang
For a soul with a great mind
Now six feet under the ground.
Need I not dine on same table with you
For me to know your heart so kind
Your words of poetry sure touched many hearts
And the art you performed
All call magnificent.
Grief, Grief, Grief
The heart arch in your absence
But need we not too much imagination
To see you smile down on us with love
And sure you long gone
But your name, words and smiles
Remain in the hearts of us all
Adieu, to the beautiful soul, we so painfully lost
Adieu
For Omalicha Agwu and Sesan
AISHA SIDI YARO
FAREWELL TO…
Oh death! You are worth to be worship
Though, I have no vulture to make sacrifice
But you neither collect cowries nor cola
Death, your skin is as smooth as that of tortoise
Perhaps, I am born to praise you
Death, do not visit me, I don’t want to die young
Death, do not spare me, I don’t want to see world’s end
Those whom you spare will see bush rats with hunch back
Those whom you spare will see the earth, thirsty
Those whom you spare will hear the silence of pendulum
And those whom you took at young
Will not have transition of life
But the writers whom you have took
Make the grave a peaceful place for them
Let fortune be their companion
As we celebrates their farewell
Farewell to you writers
You that died in the beauty of literature
Go in peace, to the solitary mansion
Go in peace, to the new world
Cry no more, we can not hear you
Cry no more, we can not see you
We are in world of faceless crowd
So cry no more, we have been path
Your tears grow dunes on the path-way
Solitude – and all we could hear is tears of wind
Blowing by the thorn of tall grasses along the path-way
You are dead, we are to die
We wait behind to write more poems
Look behind, see your off springs
Singing along side with us, ―Songs of Sorrow‖
Wear black garments, celebrating your life
As we celebrates your farewell
BADA, YUSUF AMOO
