POEM: The Woman Called Kefee -By Isaiah Ogedegbe

Born in Sapele in nineteen eighty,
You grew and became weighty,
The world heard your name,
Every lip spread your fame.

And when you took the stage,
With lyrics from your page,
Right from that Sapele village,
You proved music is not by age.

The Branama Queen, you were an angel,
Your voice would break every infidel,
And yes, you sang so well,
Of your songs I will forever tell.

Eight years just like yesterday,
Since you passed away,
It is said to be lung failure,
That put an end to your tenure.

Eight years later I put pen to paper,
With your story no one can tamper,
And in this month of September,
Your great history I remember.

*Reproduced with the permission of the poet, this poem was first published on www.opinionnigeria.com on September 29, 2022. It was written in honour of the late Kefee Obareki Don Momoh (1980 - 2014), a Nigerian female gospel singer famous for her songs: "Branama" and "Kokoroko".