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A cry was heard, the worried dad sighed.
He made entrance, saw bae sweat drenched face.
It was a gruelingly, four hour delivery.
A second son, his household was stronger now, another pillar.

Like a datura in a manure heap, the young man grew. Full of life, insatiable ambition and a darling to his old man.
He set standards for youthfulness, his nature was a mark of a born leader.

But like a flower in a waterless vase.
Like a diseased dove in the winter,
Like a healthy corn in midst of striga,
Life was snapped like a tree hit by lightening.
A Gaping hole on a group, like a bus without a steering wheel so has he left us.
We like scattered chicks after an hawk onslaught.

Our mind have questions, unanswered. Songs unsang, hugs denied and counsel never given.

May the toil of life cease, may joy be your portion.
Rest in pease ****
****
I read the unwritten, I hear the unsaid and I feel the unexpressed. I know the unmentioned, I acknowledge the intention and I know it well.

I don't loath not detest, I speak just in silence and I shout with my mouth closed.

I taste without putting out my tongue.
Cegra reassurance
I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.

Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.
I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.

Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a storage circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.
You let me down.
It was your wish
A great longing from deep within. A fantacy an idea your idea, but in its execution you let me down.

I was silent just enjoying my grand thoughts. Some nice n other little ***** and like a bombshell you said it.
You let me down

Just out of the blues, you dropped it like an eighteen ton scad.
Just like that you said, you no longer require it. And put it that , I couldn't finance it. You truly put me down.

You belittled my effort, made me feel in worthy. You made me gwarky and a little blob.
Almost felt like a wart on the beautiful face of you, you truly let me down.
Let the shaver glory in reduction and let the farmer glory in growth. All are seasons and reasons in life.
Feeling bad
Among daughters born of women you beat them all.
Among beautiful women you stand out.
Among those endowed with caring and loving you are in a league of your own
Among mothers and guardians, none whose kids feel well catered for like yours.
Among beautiful names given to girls, non sounds sweeter than yours switha.
Among all ornaments worn none so beautiful as your modesty on you.
Among all the lights and colours none brightens my life like you, my dear
And among all the feelings none is so nolstagic as the feeling of you beside me
And among all men am the only one just so blessed to have you in my life, my dear sweet Karwitha.
To my dear wife, a blessing God gave without any reservation to me.
For such a woman endowed with beauty. Such brazen creature a symbol of perfection.
And a great friend of mine.
I can only just gaze and words vanish in my mouth.
She a daughter of her mother, the pride of her father.
Her siblings love her to bits and follow her every move.
Her love is intoxicating, leaving one filled and still seeking more.
If  a Queen has a measure she fits completely
You taught not as a teacher but by action
A key pillar in our family you were
We greatly miss you.

You made my mum the great woman she was.
Through your counsel and discipline you made her.
She is a reflection of your unending love and sense of purpose.

We are extension of your great works and though we miss you we celebrate a life well lived. We celebrate the great works and good foundation you laid for us.
Fare thee well my beloved grand pa
Passed on today 18-7-2016
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