The sun
went down with the smile on her face
And the
moon rose with tears in place
The night was
filled with wails of death
Her loved
one had cut short his breath
Her fragile
heart so empty and hollow
Her swollen
eyes soaked with sorrow
The painful
news traveled faster
Everyone was
struck by the disaster
The entire
village was saddened by their loss
On their
foreheads they painted a sign of a cross
To the gods
of their forefathers they asked for grace
And strength
to bare the loss they could not efface
To Atieno he
was the best husband she could ever ask for
To his
children he was the best father they will always adore
To the
villagers he was the best leader, a king they looked up to
As he took his journey to meet his maker
May he find
a sit by the gods for his loving nature
They called
for the spirits from east to west
And they prayed as he was laid to rest
-Edwin Onyango
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