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The old man dies…

The old man has gone,
this morning,
news got to us this afternoon…
Sorry old man.

As the old die,
so do many things,
the old die
and many stories go with them.

Bubu Kandoni…

Preacher by trade,
an incredible man by nature.

Farewell old man…
Shed a tear for you this arvo,
like my own pops died,
see ya pops!

As the eyes water
I ponder this clan thing,
but an old man dies…
like saying farewell to my own blood!

Farewell old man…
You were loved and respected,
your departure is being grieved by many.

Kids, grand kids and the others,
all blood kin,
all say farewell to you,
may you travel well.

Strange thing this clan thing,
for me as a whitie,
my ways…
so isolative,
so lonely.

An old man dies,
and it touches my heart,
change…
the inevitable!

An old man dies…
not just any old man…
Bubu Kandoni!
Bubu man!!!

And old man…
if there is such a place as heaven,
you will truly indulge,
you have earned your passage
and your right.

A life of dedication
and love
and giving….
farewell old man!

Eli says farewell,
the rest of the clan too.

We all travel…
the living and the dead!!

To where?
No one knows
not even the christians…
Sorry folks…
and not even the born agains!!.

But there are those that walk this earth
special folks,
spiritual folks,
Bubu Kandoni…
You were one of those!

Bye pops…
Bye bubu man…
See you one day…

We all will.

But when?
But how?

Will there be peace?
And joy?
And oneness?

What awaits us…
On the other side?

When we go are we gone?
Or does part of us survive?
Does it really matter?

Only the present….

That’s all that really matters….

For…

this is truly it!