From the slums of Douala to Nairobi’s embrace, You chased your dream with tireless grace. A young African man with a fire so bright, Built a legacy, lifted us to the light. Across every border, through every climb, You showed us love, your heart divine. Papa, my hero, you gave me the stars, Guided my journey, healed all my scars. With strength and love, you showed me the way, In my heart forever, you’ll always stay. From London’s streets to Victoria Island’s shine, Palatial homes, a childhood so fine. Private schools, luxury beyond compare, Yet humility was the crown you’d wear. Through every triumph, through every turn, Your love was the fire that forever burned. Papa, my hero, you gave me the stars, Guided my journey, healed all my scars. With strength and love, you showed me the way, In my heart forever, you’ll always stay. Five times to New York, the world was ours, Tokyo’s skyline, memories like stars. But you treated all with the same warm name, From chauffeur to stranger, love was your flame. Your hands were strong, your spirit kind, A man of few words, but with wisdom aligned. Every step you took, you walked with grace, A legacy no time could erase. Papa, my hero, you gave me the stars, Guided my journey, healed all my scars. With strength and love, you showed me the way, In my heart forever, you’ll always stay. Though miles divided, you were always near, In every decision, I felt you here. I wish I’d been there for a final goodbye, But your love will guide me until I fly. Papa, my hero, you paved the way, In my heart, you’ll forever stay. Papa, my hero, forever and a day.
