Death be not proud; for the arrow of God will strike you like an African Thunderstorm and I will pronounce your name carelessly, like the way the Kenyan women ruthlessly protested their husbands' impotence in public.
Although I'm still trying to believe the news of your sudden demise, I can't underestimate the 'stealing power' of death whose source of joy is the tragedy of all and sundry.
Mr death will only be displaying his heightened form of ignorance if he feels he has succeeded in putting a stop to your literary prowess. as far as I'm concerned, it lives on because one of the beneficiaries of your beautifying wisdom and knowledge still lives. The invaluable knowledge you inculcated in me has no doubt made all nooks and crannies of my life invaluable.
It is so saddening and heartbreaking but my solace is the so many lives you have enriched with your great wisdom who will in turn affect more lives positively.
I am very proud to be a branch of your rare wisdom. Until we stop having British fiction, I will never forget you!
ADIEU MY WONDERFUL PROF STEVE OGUDE!