Village boy Impressions

Beneath this round earthen vessel, On this little knoll of the old ruins, Beside this far green vale,  Lies a noble son of the soil: Agandin (King George), begotten of Adaayoma, The son of Adisimi, the son of Abooyie, The son of Anyinduima. Of the house of Alam in Atuga’s line. Girded in life with truth, wisdom and love, And in manners as in everything else Was he both pleasant and severe. As quick to praise as to chide Neither esteeming the mighty Nor treading the lowly. To his neighbours far and near, friendly But to the unscrupulous, a mighty rod of justice. In love, right, and peace, his time was spent. His labour done, silently he departed  Most lamented, the few rejoiced,  But in eternal bliss now rests he Where evil doeth fear to tread He was not old except in years! 21st July 2019 (10th anniversary of his transition into glory)  Accra. Read My Tribute to Him Here:  Once A Giant Walked The Earth

When evenings in Sandema were dark, His footsteps on the road were heard, On journeys long with his Bible in hand, In Faith and works he showed the way. From Kori number 1 to number 2 both, From nearby Kobdema to far-off Kalijiisa, Across streams to Nyaansa and hills to Suwarinsa, A weary pilgrim on many treacherous roads. With girls and boys, men and women, With Roman Catholics and protestant folk, With those of faith and those without it, All their sorrows and joys he shared. A gentle voice, a helping hand, Knees that bleed from kneeling in prayer, A soft cackling laugh, with seamless teeth, The perfect listener, with limitless patience. Long upon an empty stomach he went, And defied both the devil and his lieutenants, His Bible and faith were his only staff, Upon them, he leaned and hoped and prayed.             Read:  Village Boy Impressions - Fathers Hail the man Jacob Adongo Atambilla, The son of Atambilla of Bongo Gorogo, Who today

Not for death! Not for death!  But for life among the deathless  In ageless, changeless, greener lands Where no stain nor tear can abide Therefrom your labour, you rest,  Robed in glory.  But on this hallowed spot of Balansa,  Lies your mortal remains;  Agandin, son of Adaayomah,  Loving father and devoted husband.  In that hour set with your maker,  But unbeknownst to us mortal men,  You made your bow in peace and quiet. Read Here:  Village Boy Impressions - Father's Epitaph You were the fountain of life  The light of hope The captain in life’s ocean,  My biggest fan and coach.  Under your watchful, caring gaze I raced with the swift Your words of caution  Lending motion to my little feet. But in my innocence,  I forgot you were my force of gravity.  You ceased whilst I was in mid-race Now I have to lift my own foot And bring it down! Alas for me! The blazing sun did set at noon! The eagles stopped in mid-flight The birds quieted in mid-song Even the c