Tribute To Komla Dumor: 'It Happens'

It happens, Komla…..

It happens, Komla

That man lives

But yet only after his death

When we mesmerise

And suddenly chimes greatness

Perhaps to bid our farewell

As it has always been

When we gather and pile

And put on ashes

Even in our sackcloth's

To mourn and wail

Then we imagine absence

Seated deep

In an edge of emptiness

Then we say

'Awww'

We have lost a man

But in Komla

Then we say

'Awww'

We have lost a diplomat

But not in a politician

Then we say

'Awww'

We have lost an icon

But not in an aged

It happens, Komla

That death is certain

Yet your death has been sudden

It happens, Komla

That you speak

But only in deeds

Yes! We hear you

But only in anguish

Even as we nurse our lost

Yes! We hear you

But only in sounds

It happens, Komla

That you speak

But in silence

As you lay cold and lonely

Without a world, a continent, a nation, a friend and family

It has happened, Komla

Perhaps the nastiest

That now

We await your coming

But not in person

It happened, Komla

That you lived

And yet only after your passing

When we wallow in pain

And think of nothing

But your shadows

When we think of nothing

But your flee

Even in your prime

When we should have had you more

It happened, Komla

That you blossomed

Even as you were

By far

The unexpected

It Happened, Komla

That you lived

But with no guarantee

Perhaps why you are gone

But too soon….Komla

It happened, Komla

That now

We've bid farewell….