by Leonard Masauli
(Central Africa, Malawi)

He neither had a machine gun to fight
Nor had he used a sharp blade
But with his pen, he fought like a warrior
In the battle line he stood for justice
And unify the tribes for common goal

His writings never dwelt on hate
His ideas hatched tolerance and peace
His advice and mentorship to writers,
Today we boast as seniors
His pen was for solace in-need
Like campus he was direction
Yet his pen with him it has gone forever
But his legacy shall ever remain strong

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