By Phillip Chidavaenzi
Written in memory of Julius Sekai Chingono
You looked ancient,
Not that you were ancient.
The blaze of youth,
Burnt away the years you carried.
The image of a sage,
Like an old glove,
Comfortably you wore.
Like that hat,
So familiar a part of you,
In the literary corridor,
Forever stand tall you will.
In the corridors of my mind,
The echo of your heartfelt laughter,
I still hear.
Too soon you went away,
Before we had fully partaken
Of the riches of your wisdom.
Yea, mine blaster,
Our straight-jacket conventions
Away you blasted,
With the satire of your tongue
With the needle-tip of your pen.
May your dear soul rest in peace,
Jolly old fella,
But forever young at heart.
(C) P. Chidavaenzi, 1 July 2011.
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