The last moments with Fr Lokodo

THE DIARY OF A COVID -19 WALKER

PART 111 “The last moments with Fr Lokodo“

Today, is the 29th day of Jan, in the year,

Of our Lord 2022,

Just on 25th of the same 2022,

This man of God, had the breath,

Just like you and I , no wreath of flowers,

Just health, in this world of wealth,

The white fountains turned bloody red!

Before his Candle, blew away, here in Geneva,

L. Geneva, appeared pale,

The grey mist engulfed the hospital

As the aura of death convened,little by little, attending the conference with him..

Gasping for more breath before the UN,

Defending the rights he died for…

We saw and witnessed,

The irony of life,

You see, Life is like a kite,

The kite flying in the air

Exciting that it has left the world,

And happy it would return anyway,

In away and any time!

This, momentous epoch,

For Lokodo, it did not!

It kept flying until out of sight..

There it went, in a cold winter..

The moment he sat on the chair

In the sorrow, solitary, surround of the UN,

My soul remembered the broken

chair,

The UN monument in Geneva,

With three legs and lost limbs..

For the broken legs, lives and souls..

So, goodbye Fr Lokodo!, the truth,

Is, that you loved the cause,

You died for,

Even though the trans’s will recant,

For you died a man before the cause..

The

scarf you wore, with the checkered sweater, the flabby soft shoes on your feet,

The long black winter jacket, up to your feet,

Appearing so heavy,

As you carried your legs, body and soul,

One at a time,

The courageous zeal to live and move on..

The human spirit to sojourn the journey..

Must have been the day,

The Lord had chosen,

Across the Atlantic,

To blow the candle

No one as your anchor,

Must have been a lonely choir,

That quiet lonely choir…

The winter storm so strong,

At -2 degrees, you walked along

Yet alone,

To the white Alpines of this beautiful world,

Shining and singing alleluia!alleluia!!!

And the Angels and saints must have been happy, at seeing you among these white and snowing alps,

Happy to receive you Fr. Lokodo…

In your white or black cassocks!

Go on, sleep the sleep of the dead,

Your soul will forever stay ahead,

Among the living and the dead…

Good bye old man,

You served your country,

And passed on doing so,

In this life, none is immortal