YINKA ODUMAKIN: A VICTOR IN DEATH.

 

 

Did your demise deal a mortal blow on hypocrisy?

Did it give vent to hypocrisy?

How do we explain the flowing and flowering tribute from those who called you the worst of names?

How do we define an elite shamelessly deep in doublespeak?

And how may we build the Republic you toiled and died for?

 

You were a thorn in the flesh of slave masters and slave drivers.

Unchanged they seek piety, eulogizing you.

Even the chained self-serving souls who wanted you dead, sing your praise.

Hypocrisy unchained, you may say, but Yinka  in all of this the Victory is yours.

 

Will the outpouring of love that greets your transition cause a resurgence of patriotism?

Will the hypocrites remain so?

Will they buy into our call for a rework of this beleaguered project?

Will their hypocrisy blind them yet against restructuring?

Their choice noble or ignoble will not remove from the greatness of your fight.

Yinka, here you are the Victor.

 

The High and the Low have written nice words of you.

The mighty and the weak sing your song.

Joe your soulmate have written a soul rending brief.

And this Prose is but a question mark on our collective conscience, seeking an indelible tribute for Yinka by calling on all to walk the invaluable streets of restructuring, it was your last trumpet, it is your Victory.

 

Rest with the Saints Triumphant my Egbon.

Rest with the Angels, brave one.

Rest with the benevolent spirits relentless fighter.

Rest on Yinka, for your voyage through mortality  has left you a place amongst the Greats, you are the Victor.

Fare Thee Well, Comrade Yinka Odumakin.

 

Chris Mustapha Nwaokobia Jnr.

AKA Chukwudumebi Nkemcho Nwaokobia CNN.

Convener COUNTRYFIRST MOVT.

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