Like a subtle breeze, death took him.

But before then, he was there when the birds chirped at Bara

He was in sync with the earth at Ife

The King at Idoko smiled at his joke

“Tired” respected him for not being tired

While “past” diggers craved for the aroma of his food

Still, he wasn’t tired to satiate our tongue or recover what was lost

It was hot and humid on the day we drove from Ibadan to Eredo

Trailers passed, traffic loomed, hooligans lurk in the bushes, yet you were unscathed

But when the breeze of “life” blew, your ears could no longer hear the birds chirp

Neither do the earth feel the handling of thy trowel

Pots ceased to be darker by his dexterity

He now lives on as a PARAGON in our hearts

Rest on “Erin”

Sunre Adigun

We will miss you Olusegun Moyib