WHEN I AM GONE
Ntui-Oben Obi-AgborWhen I am gone,
To where I was hewn
To the place that welcomes all,
What will people say about me?
When my frame turns useless,
And the earth is dug six feet
And I lie awaiting judgement
What will people say about me?
When I no longer can take in air,
And like a statue
I can neither talk nor hear,
What will I be remembered for?
When I leave for the ancestral land,
Where the torments of life are forgotten,
And the title ‘late’ is given me
What becomes of my undone works?
To where I was hewn
To the place that welcomes all,
What will people say about me?
When my frame turns useless,
And the earth is dug six feet
And I lie awaiting judgement
What will people say about me?
When I no longer can take in air,
And like a statue
I can neither talk nor hear,
What will I be remembered for?
When I leave for the ancestral land,
Where the torments of life are forgotten,
And the title ‘late’ is given me
What becomes of my undone works?
What becomes of me
When at my last people mourn
And others come to wine and dine
Will I be having a good rest?When at my last people mourn
And others come to wine and dine