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Death by Oiwona Andrew

The poem explores the inevitability and universality of death, portraying it as a force that respects no one and ultimately leads to freedom from sin and toil. It contrasts the mourning of the living with the peace that the dead may find, while also reflecting on the fear and dread associated with death. Additionally, it touches on themes of unity and the shared human experience of mortality, urging for togetherness in the face of death.

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Death by Oiwona Andrew

The poem explores the inevitability and universality of death, portraying it as a force that respects no one and ultimately leads to freedom from sin and toil. It contrasts the mourning of the living with the peace that the dead may find, while also reflecting on the fear and dread associated with death. Additionally, it touches on themes of unity and the shared human experience of mortality, urging for togetherness in the face of death.

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DEATH BY OIWONA ANDREW Death, even this painful day of death

Death like fate, respects no faith The dead is wrapped in white shroud
Death like a stubborn child A sign of joy and purity
Respects no parents who chide But his mourners wear black and bark
Like sympathizers who cry more than
Death, sent by the deity as a reaper The bereaved
Knows men’s time like a time keeper
Unknown to a man, it rings a bell A believer that is sure of heaven often asks
Of a known time of passing What is this death that people dread?
Then a man drops dead A sure way to heaven and rest with God
And his cups and corpse, people dread Enjoying freedom from sin and toil
When the body enters the soil
A man is cut off from the sinful world
And can no longer hear or say a word Do not come to me, oh death!
At death Till the hairs in my head become white
As an umbilical cord cut off from the belly Like a bleached cloth
At birth
Do not come to me, oh death!
Very hot are the cold hands of death Till I develop the third leg
Who dare shake those cold hands? The leg that is not natural
Death shudders shoulders, even to the bones
Who dare remove from the dust, stones? Do not come to me, oh death!
The daunting stones that shelters a grave Till I sell all my goods, my couture
Who dare, for the death that kills, Crave? And empty my cloth’s sack
Then my grievers may not wear sack cloth
Death takes dear ones and then their dearth At my funeral
Death takes the wicked and then they are
weak
Who dare board the plane of death, even UNITED WE STAND BY E.E.
gratis? SANYAOLU
The plane that must crash, in spite of Far away from Nigerian soil,
practice Away from kith and kin
Unity among tribes reign supreme
All of us shall die one by one Kith and kin we are to each other
The rich and the poor
The blacks and the whites Far away from black Africa
Like condemned criminals that await ‘kedu, En len beun, Sannu become one
Firing squad Strong because same race we are
Why then disunite
Death, even this painful day of death On Nigerian soil tread
When a man enters the tomb Have you not learnt that, ’united we stand?
Is more joyful than the day of birth Divided we fall”?
When the a man leaves the womb
Howling as if he is going to die

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