Ode to the mad Prophet

… what a beautiful and kind one he was! He looked mad, his body had failed him, his appetite had crucified him. It was hard to look at him at times. But his mind never failed him, his mind stood by him as tight as a brother. It was in an impeccable state. Do not discount him because of his physical appearance, no don’t! If you do, it is at your loss. I have yet to meet such a wise one, discernment was effortless, insight was beyond his age and time, and prophecies were God-given and precise.

He was a fighter, a loner, the lone wolf in the wildness that came before his time. He seems not to belong to this world, but he gave life his best shot. He was misunderstood but his heart was always pure. He meant no man any harm. He fought the best way he knew how and sometimes it was hard to watch, but he fought, he never for once gave up the fight. To the very end, he fought.”This is not my portion” he said in the face of the most difficult ordeal.

What a lover you were, you loved lavishly and selflessly. You did nothing in halves. You went at it with the force of nature. Those that experience your love is truly blessed. You loved with the purity and sincerity of a child. What an honour to have been loved by you.

You suffered no fool gladly, God helps stupidity that crosses your path. You had no time for goats and as you say. “Goats no fit swim” or “yam no fit swim”. You tolerated no-nonsense, however, it was not from a superior place, it was the frustration of not being able to rub minds, of not finding the depth to call unto.

You had a sense of humour that was legendary, I still crack up when I recall our last moments. You observe life and the world and could not help being amused at the folly that sometimes surrounds you and yes we had a good laugh about it all.

Have I mentioned your intelligence? Can I even go there? Genius! That is who you were. Why would a genius choose to abode amongst mere mortals? A question I have never been able to answer. You knew so much, you read so much, you researched so much, you were head and shoulders above all. Privileged to have met and known you, I am.

Sleep well, my beautiful prophet!