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 ****