They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
(For Departed African Writers)

Gun salute, to men who fell at work, whose ink dried up for the sake of Africa!!
let us not forget, as we lay wreaths, for the ones, who gave their time, for the evergreen knowledge we share today.
To our brothers in arms, who gave their yesterdays for our today, never will the sunset, .and remembrance of them has not reach.. eulogies to the organ grinder, for God and man, my captain, Atukwei Okai.

Travelers would all have been covered in debt, if not Awonoor Williams, bading away our songs of sorrows, he was my commando, a lieutenant colonel, for in the rising of the sun, and the dawn of times you shall be Remembered,
And if this, life is all we have, in valor they shall be Remembered.

The future of PAWA, seems strong, Pan African Writers Association, our soldiers who gave their ink, for the creativity of today, My respect, for Chinua Achebe, , without lifting guns, or arrows you bought freedom for us, and sealed a land we gladly could call ours. for war is a country of will, if you are not Willing to give up everything, you have already lost.

To those gone, tell them, tell Camara Laye, that as an African child, his bullets live largest, and that the road all runners must walk nolonger remains, tell them that, their children are waging a new war, revenge war they call it, Its flag shall be called Triggers, they write as martyrs of peace,
Tell Sembene Ousmane, that workers are still on strike, and even Bakayoko did all his best, gone you er but not forgotten.

Tell, Denis Brutus, that if this life is all we had, and probably might be all we have, then at the dawn of the sun, hes not forgotten.
Tell mariama Ba, that till today, her children finds it hard, to understand how so long it took her letter, it could not reach us,
Tell, Stan Made, Tell Labode, the master of mirth, Modiki Abenia Hamutyinei Yvonne Vera, to Ndawana Ncube
Tell Birago Dioo, tell David Diop, Peter Mahlangu, to Doris Ndlovu and to Jane Chifamba, gone you er but never forgotten.

Ngugi wa thiogo, the only one, to tell us tales, he will always say, “Weep not child” the other life is only but a journey where we all shall oneday see. so we have dreams in times of war, tell finally that their lights aren’t so dim, we have raise the touch and have decided to fledge it far and wide, Trigger Writers we have name this pledge, gone you are, but not forgotten.