By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I heard them call Kofi
When my sugar turned coffee
At the presence of a thing
Called coffin.

I know the living Kofi
Who doesn't come late
But is now late at the
Expense of a call called death.

The peace movement resound Kofi
Who couldn't respond from a coffin
But his legacy resound peace
That could not be bound.

Here is Kofi
Whose presence bespeak peace
But the day announced requiem
As nations sounds plaintive.

Goodbye Kofi,
Africa will always remember
That you united nations
Before your exit.