The heavens themselves
blaze forth the death of a Prince – Julius Caeser, (William Shakespeare)
On Tuesday 24th July 2012, the President of the Republic of Ghana, Prof John Evans Ata Mills died suddenly, sending the whole country into shock and mourning. The following words poured forth from my heart in deep reflection, pain and sorrow.
Rest In Peace, Mr. President Yesterday, bloody and black Tuesday. The gloom that settled in our hearts, too opaque for us to see the foreboding tidings that swooped on us, the force a cascading avalanche of volcanic magnitude. Total eclipse of our hearts as our minds could not grasp the full meaning of the dreadful news. A bloody Tuesday for our eyes are red and the tears streaming down our faces are tears of blood, pooling into the blackness and dryness of our mouths. we have no appetite for fufu. Our President is no more, Like a mighty oak that fell victim to the volcanic eruption, you fell with a mighty boom, the terrible roar equaled only by the subsequent terrible din of silence Our President is no more. Legal luminary, doyen of academia, astute statesman, noble President, child of our motherland, a man after God’s own heart. You brought a new meaning to the word humility, you served us and demanded not to be served. Passion took on a different cloth under your presidency. your compassion was par none. dedication to duty and to your people saw you out-stretching your limits, even while the dreaded C ravaged Your noble self Mr. President is no more. You have left us forlorn, bare at the mercy of the cruel vicissitudes of life. And as we reel rave rant flail and wail we can only boo shame the grey faced phantom For in death You are The Conqueror Rest in Peace Prof. John Evans Ata Mills Rest in Peace Mr. President (C) Celestine Nudanu 24/07/12