Night stole
its way home to us
and you jolted
awake to light up its darkness
And make it
turn to day
But underneath
its cloak mortal pangs
that ´s
come with loads of pains
waiting to
heap them on all of us
while we snore
away in the deep of the night
you cared
so much and opted to cure
an
unfortunate victim of a deadly disease;
the very messenger
that death had chosen arbitrarily,
you touched
with your tender hands
the same that´s
restored life to others
when hopes
had long been obliterated.
caring for
the sick
And
uncaring about the danger
that hides
behind the Ebola
but unknown
to you Ebola loathes love and care
And like
hate,
kills only
those who care and share.
The
messenger falls flat
And soon the
doctor falls sick,
no cure, no
care….
just a strange concern
as days
came and went by
and
suddenly your caring hands became frozen,
your eyes
went to a heroine sleep;
where great
names are engraved on ageless rocks
that will stand the test of time
Farewell, Dr
Ameyo Adadevoh for intercepting the death meant for all of us.
Farewell, our angelic amazon.
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