For Prof. Gbanabom Hallowell
A distinguished Sierra Leonean writer and people person, who has journeyed to the land of our forefathers.
Often when humans pass
Something exits first in them
Sometimes we know what goes
Sometimes we don’t
Ah Prof. Gbanabom
Your bridge unbridged
Traitor turned
To the undiscovered country idling
Careless of you
In Covid year
That year - the cannibals
And pepper spray
We laughed together
Not knowing that
You’ll keep your appointment
This September
You’ve journeyed to the land
Where your booming voice awaits you
Your laughter still rings in ears
Your hands - a girdle
Your shoulders -a pillar
Though we moan, mourn and mouth
God knows best
He keeps the roster
Rest well my dear teacher
Rest well my dear mentor
Rest well my dear cheerleader
Elizabeth L.A. Kamara
Sept.2022
Photo: The late Gbanabom Hallowell
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