Tribute

"Kwame eii " the memory I recall of your voice as you call :
Here I am now and you lie wordless.
Seeing you at this juncture makes me speechless ; words have parted my lips as you lie without a word.
I'm not worthy to even say a word, but your toil is more than words to soil.
I've tried so hard never to cry, in other to honor you of your strive.
Indeed I have swayed, but for you to be word off, I swear to be your pride.
Thus, to pride you, I'll make haste and bring you home ;
For your pride and rest is best at home than in lone. Knowing that will make you whole as tradition demand in our home.
"Nye lanyerane".