An ode to a great man
This is not the time to eulogise you with flowery words
Cos the words won’t do justice to our heartbreak
Your demise has struck hard at our chords
The chords and muscle fibres that you taught us about do break
You made lectures fun
You made us run
Run to hear the next joke
The STC anecdote
The GI conundrum
Now our hearts do drum
Drum in a hasty pace
In a haste, in a race.
A race to try and do what Superman did
Reverse time at top speed
So we can hear you lecture us all over again.
But that is just a wish
A wish in a bid to drown our anguish.
Now, when it rains, we will take it as though you are smiling
On us, and urging us not to stop trying.
And stop we will not
For such you did not teach this lot.
Prof, you will always have a place in our hearts
Etched in our minds and in our memories cast.
Fare thee well, Prof. Jacob Plange-Rhule.
Till we see you again.
