Omanza Eugene Shaw

This poem was written upon hearing of the death of Napoleon Ricks, a loving son, brother, husband, father, relative and friend. All who knew him felt the pain of losing him. Napoleon was dashing and handsome with a natural spontaneity . . . easy to laugh and affable in his interactions with all. His brother Henry and I were classmates at the College of West Africa in Monrovia. I dedicate this poem to everyone who lost loved ones during the civil crisis in Liberia . . . a senseless war too more