Prof. Jacob Plange-Rhule

An Ode To A Great Man.

Fiifi Otchere

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.