Little did I know
That she, who graced the occasion
During our school graduation
Visiting our engineering hall
…of fame
Quadruples of decades ago
She, would grow to glow
Little did I know
That she would rise to stand tall
In a literary hall
…of fame
A tower
A brain’s power
Towering above all
Mothering *Anowa*
For eight decades and more
Little did I know
In my dilemma, I pose
Was she, or was she not
Was she meant to write to rise?
Rise to write
Or write and write
So to rise and rise?
Little did I know
That she, in whose shadows I stood
As we stood for the cameras
Little did I know
That she would lead
To pen down on the papyrus
And I would follow her lead
To scribble on the scroll
Little did I know
That she would lead
Mentoring the fraternity
Of those writing and authoring
And I would follow her lead
Modelling after the fraternity
Of those scribbling poesy
Little did I know
In my dilemma, I pose
Am I, or am I not
Am I standing beside a ghost
Across Elmina’s crossroads
Or beside a human
A woman we just lost?
*The dilemma of her ghost!*
Little did I know
That she, whose rise
Rose with the passing of time
Would pass on in the nick of time
Past her prime
Little did I know
That she, was *the girl who can!*
