Tribute to Mr. Christopher Bognet

Tribute to Mr. Christopher Bognet

It would have been a good day

But the sun refused to shine

The cold hand of death was at work

And my hero traveled! Never to return

Wish the news was a joke

I was looking forward to seeing you at our annual reunion

To listen to your elderly works

Oh no! Mr. Christopher Bognet

Being your student was an honor

Having you as a mentor was a privilege

Confiding in you as a friend was a golden opportunity

Our tomorrow is shining because you were a father

From your wealth of experience I learn

That the hen comes from the egg

So also the egg comes from the hen

You never hesitated to teach me  

That the shape of the nose matters not

As long as one can breathe through it

And the size of the head has no significance

Provided it can think and reason

Rest on my motivated motivator

Sleep well my disciplined disciplinarian

Farewell my formative formator

Safe journey my teachable teacher, till we meet again

Adieu Mr. Christopher Bognet

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

THE DISAPPOINTED HOPE.

With three eggs in her nest

Awaiting hatching in three days

She savor the sweetness of three offspring

With joy of being a mother of three

Then comes the storm

That blew away her dreams

Denied her the joy of motherhood

Leaving her with three wasted efforts

So many things runs through her mind

 What if I had a stronger nest?

What if I put my eggs in three different nests?

What if I used a friendlier three?

What if, just what if?

She ponders and wonders

 At the turn of events

Oh her disappointed hope

Oh no, not from you she cried

Experience now, her bitter lesson

But she wipes her eyes to move on

Looking at the sun for clarity

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous.