Our Favourite Clown

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."

What endeared us to Anyim Ogwo? Was it his joviality, his equanimity or youthful exuberance? Or was it the kind light in his eyes or the generosity of his smile. He was a giant and towered in our childhood eyes. He would be terrifying if he wasn't so gentle. Whatever endeared us to him kept us glued as he danced with his juju pot and mesmerised his audience with the movement of his legs. I didn't think that Africa had clowns but I suppose you were one. One of a kind. It was wonderful that we had you but we did not have you enough and you will be missed.

For those who knew him, no explanation is necessary. For those who did not know him, no explanation is possible.

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