Tompolo is not just a name.
It is a living sound that dances through the air,
like the call of a morning bird
announcing that darkness has lost its hold.
His name rolls through villages and cities
like a gentle wind that carries the scent of fresh rain.
It lands in the ear and settles in the heart,
planting seeds of courage in those who have forgotten how to dream.
He is a wide river,
one that never runs dry,
flowing with goodness and compassion.
His current crosses shores and forests,
feeding lands that he has never walked,
quenching the thirst of souls
that have never seen his smile.
Every drop of his giving
is like cool water to a weary traveler,
bringing life where there once was dust and silence.
Tompolo does not build castles of stone,
nor towers of glass.
Instead, he builds people.
He lifts the weak from the ground,
sets them on firm feet
and teaches them to walk with pride.
He places hope in their hands like a small seed,
and patiently waters it
until it grows into a tree
with branches that give shade and fruit to many.
He knows that the greatest buildings
are not made of bricks,
but of human hearts made strong.
In politics, Tompolo stands like a mountain,
high and steady,
resisting the storms of selfishness and greed.
He gives voice to the voiceless,
weight to the unheard.
Those who feel small
find courage in his presence.
Those who walk in fear
find safety in his shadow.
When he speaks,
his words are like golden keys,
unlocking doors that others thought were closed forever.
In culture, he is like an old storyteller
who knows the songs of yesterday
but sings them with the beauty of today.
He keeps traditions alive,
as a farmer keeps seeds for the next planting season.
He blends the wisdom of ancestors
with the dreams of modern youth,
creating a colorful sky
where the past and the future meet like a rainbow after the rain.
Spiritually, his voice is the soft call of morning light,
the whisper that reaches the broken-hearted
and tells them, “Rise again.”
He walks into rooms heavy with sorrow
and fills them with peace as gentle as a mother’s hand.
Where sadness sits,
he plants joy.
Where fear hides,
he hangs the lamp of courage.
Tompolo shakes the ground
where laziness has been sleeping for years.
He knocks on the doors of forgotten dreams
and wakes them from their long rest.
To the youth, his words are flames
lighting a path of possibility.
To the old, his presence is a tree
under which they can rest and remember
that goodness still lives in the world.
Many leaders speak,
but Tompolo acts.
He turns hunger into laughter,
fear into faith,
and loneliness into family.
In his hands,
a tear becomes a smile,
a closed door becomes an open gate,
and a lost road becomes a bright highway
leading to tomorrow.
In the Niger Delta,
his name is carried like a prayer on the wind.
It falls from the lips of widows and fishermen
with the same sweetness as rain on dry land.
Children sing it,
elders bless it,
and travelers take it with them
to places far beyond the creeks.
For kindness has no borders,
and Tompolo’s light
shines without asking where a person comes from.
If kindness were a throne,
he would sit on it.
If mercy were a crown,
his head would shine brighter than gold.
If giving were a religion,
his heart would be the holy temple
where all are welcome,
day and night.
He is close to a saint of good deeds,
yet greater than saints in his reach.
His battles are not fought with swords,
but are won in the quiet victories of changed lives.
He is a giant whose height is measured
by the number of hands he has lifted
out of darkness into light.
Tompolo is a movement of the heart,
a wind that carries blessings across waters,
a song that will not end,
no matter how many seasons pass.
He is the shining torch in the deep night,
the bridge over troubled rivers,
the drumbeat that calls people to unity.
Even when the sun has gone to sleep,
his light will continue to glow,
guiding many to the tomorrow they never thought would come.
EBIKABOWEI KEDIKUMO - writes from Ayakoromo Town, Delta State
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