Tribute to Fallen Journalist Zoegar Q. Jaynes
By D. Kaihenneh Sengbeh, Secretary General, Press Union of Liberia (0886/0777) 586531
It hurts me to say goodbye, big brother
When a role model like you expires suddenly
Yet, I must cry goodbye, professional brother
With chilling tears filling my eyes ceaselessly
As you leave behind a gap too big to bridge
Zoegar, it’s so painful to see you go just like that
Like a splash of October’s thunder-lightening
No, I can’t still understand all this and that
To the resulting stories I am still listening
Of how my big brother has quick-departed
I can still hear your voice on the radio
Broadcasting to the nation the news
Reading dry script, cueing in the audio
But your death now makes the news
In the cubicle at ELBC, on Radio Varitas
Zoegar, Big Brother Zoegar
No longer answering with that golden voice—
Sounding heavily-built like a bazooka
A professional voice sure clear of noise
Doing commentaries on Lonestar’s matches
Oh, you’ve left behind unsoiled legacy–
Fighting against brutal autocracy
Contributing greatly to democracy
Raising young journalists to “mediacracy”
And defending the cause for social justice
In the media you were a beacon
In the home a dedicated father
In God’s House a faithful deacon
In the community a friend—a brother
In life an extraordinary human being
To the elders you were so humble
To the young you were an example
To journalism you didn’t mumble
To friends you were quiet, simple
To Zoegar, you were just Jaynes
Go rest, Big Brother Zoegar Q. Jaynes
You’ve done so well your part
I’ll wear my long trousers— blue jeans
To your farewell as death do us part
From Providence Baptist to Brewerville
Thank you, fallen senior journalist
For your contribution to journalism
You were a strong catalyst
Raising the young in journalism
From the PUL to SWAL to LEJA
A nationalist, a deacon
A friend, a big brother
A patriot, a beacon
A husband, father
A hero is fallen
By Lusinee Kamara
I am tied and bound by chains,
in a situation where my reality
has become my depression and my depression has a life of its own
I ask myself what am I afraid of?
What is stopping me from fulfilling my dreams?
I realize I am afraid of failure
of falling and not being able to get up
I am horrified that I might not succeed.
All the dreams I had in life
had been discouraged by the FEARS
And now I don't remember
what my dream once was.
Am I wrong to admit that I am scared?
My life has passed by so fast
that I think I have no time
You mentioned that you are 20 years old and that you have a life in front of you, but tomorrow is not promised.
I FEAR that I will miss my window of opportunity, even though there is a possibility that my window has not been open for my opportunity to come in.
I still feel that I have run out of time
I am tired of FEAR!!
FEAR cannot physically stop me;
it is just mentally leading me to destruction.
This evil force
is trying to destroy my destiny
all I’m going to do is show the world what I have left in me
I put my heart into these poems
and recite them from my soul
I can give nothing less but my best
and FEAR is trying to take that from me but I refuse to let it defeat me.
My future is way more important for me to let it be shattered by doubts or cold feet
I have to believe in me
My dreams are no longer dreams to me I become stressed over time,
When all I want to do
is be the best in my ability and sometimes I just do this stressfully
but this is what writing means to me
I think I know what I want to be
but only Allah knows what I am meant to be
so I am letting him lead me.