The Pen Marshall Is Gone
Dedicated To My Boss
Late Kenneth Amabipi
The Publisher of The Newswriter
In the threshold of The Newswriter
Was Kenneth Amabipi
Who made his office, second home
You slept in the office
To flesh The Newswriter
It content to serve the readers
Out of nothing, emerge your courage
When you stir the paper competition
You gathered a family of pen pushers
You became their instructor
You serve the mentor to us all
Your way of encouragement
Is to write any writeable item
You have a deal with our minds
You always asked, Allanso have you written the story
Such a good friend you were
Not to only one person
You were our pen marshal
I have no regret working with you
You were my speck
The one who sparked me off
Into writing incredible pieces
But how can I forget you
You were my mentor, my best friend
Now you are gone, gone forever
Leaving me behind, to face the job alone
How could you have done that
I am sad, my boss, for your leaving me
If I have my way, I would have willed you back
Where life would have been sweeter
Sweeter than anybody could have imaged
You have educated even the dunces
To have a free flow in the pen profession
You are a detribalized brother
A brother at all time, without season
Your friendly disposition is not common
In the threshold of the human race
To lose a brother, a good friend like you
Do not tell me not to cry, why did you go?
Yours is laughter all day
When you are at work
You enslaved yourself for The Newswriter
To take it place in the paper committee
You became famous with the waterfront parliament
Your special rendition of facts in writing
You are an orator of class
Why did you leave the people
Your readers are in mourning mood
Your leaving mother earth is so sudden
Much more is expected of you
Remember, you always encourage me
Telling me, Allanso stay with me to grow The Newswriter
You are the one that fired me up for journalism
You made me a writer to be regarded
You brought the creative ability in me out
Just when The Newswriter is accepted
You abandoned me for the job you made me a partner
You promised me a better future with The Newswriter
But why did you leave me and The Newswriter
Many are also asking, why did you leave now
Oga Ken, you are a good man
That’s what the people are saying about you
But really, you are a good man
A man who encourage handwork
You work so hard to be noticed
There could be no better boss than you
I cherished every moment I shared with you
When you lasted on earth
But why did you go
The good days you prophesied beckons you
You could have stay a little longer
Just for you to enjoy your labour
When I remember the good moments I shared with
It will be sad to say goodbye my friend
My boss, you have taken part of me away
That smiling face I do see
When I come to the office
But why, I won’t stop asking you this question
You are a lover of peace, truth and discipline
You made everybody that comes to you important
Are you aware that your readers missed you?
They have settled down to read the Waterfront Parliament
And you just left the stage, why
I want to enjoy the fruit of our labour with you
May your journey to your creator be sweet
May you find peace where you are going
Farewell my good friend, my boss
Till we meet to part no more.
Adieu my publisher, Oga Ken,
By Allanso Jonathan Allanso
