A legend goes home
at ninety five,
To rest in peace or piece,
Away from troubles of life.
He was a voice that echoes
far away from home,
The Igbo folkloric voice,
Whose music trended like wildfire.
His song \"gwo gwo ngwo\",
A remix, caused a revolution,
Calling the young and old,
To reunite and fight
their enemies of tomorrow.
Though a gifted guitarist,
His magic fingers has paid his dues,
A legend figure of two generations,
A custodian of Igbo oral science.
Today, he has gone home,
Away from earthly palava,
His kiths and kin will feast;
they will rejoice in painful laughter,
Rest in peace, Chief Mike Ejeagha.