Death snatches the mighty poet, writer Exevia Kule
Exevia Kule, poet, writer.
What you need to know:
- Exevia was not only a poet and a writer, but he was also a humorist. He was such a quick study that he soon learnt copywriting skills, his forte being his impressive ability to string catchphrases together effortlessly.
A year ago, I asked Exevia Kule if he had a book for review on this page. His reply came fast, but not furious. “I have not written a book yet,” he said. This seemed odd to me.
Exevia was one of the most prolific poet-writers I had ever met.
He could conjure over 100 articles, each of them 1,000 words in length, in a matter of weeks. He also penned countless poems. His work rate enviable.
After I introduced him to copywriting, he plied me with questions about how he could become an effective copywriter, for he was pondering career change.
Exevia was planning to go from hothousing as a literature teacher to becoming a swashbuckling marketer in print. So, you could say he was transitioning between being and becoming, no less.
His prodigious energy was not discernable at first, with a somewhat wan smile and discreetly laughing eyes, I thought he might have his undoubted literary skills burgeon and become a novelist.
He still had so much to do, so much to live for. But God had other plans. Exevia died on Wednesday morning. His death has rocked the poetry fraternity in Uganda to its very core.
Gentle spirit
“ He was sooo amicable. Supported people even if he did not know you. He checked in a lot on people. Large heart- that one!” said a devastated Mercy “The Shy Poet.”
Geno Patricia Nansubuga, a literature teacher and poet, was equally crestfallen. “Oh My God. I cannot believe this. May His Soul Rest in Eternal Peace and may God have mercy upon his soul,” she cried.
In response to a chorus of voices praising the late Exevia, Emmainuel Ekeesit could only nod in agreement. “Very true. He was a very gentle soul,” said Ekeesit.
“Exevia Kule my heart bleeds to this sad news. May you soul rest in peace gentle soul, said Comfort the Poet. “Kule, I am sorry bro, It is dusk at dawn. There is sand in my eyes,” another poet waxed lyrical, with deep undertones of loss deeply felt.
“Exevia Kule has been not only a great poet, but also a great academic, so much dedicated to helping students pass with flying colours. Fellow teachers can testify through the different works of literature in English he has left behind to ease their studies. As I talk right now, I am holding one of his resourceful guidebooks at Our Lady of Africa Namilyango,” said poet Harlord Ankwasa.
Beyond where eagles soar
Exevia was not only a poet and a writer, but he was also a humorist. His Facebook wall was home to some of the most off-the-wall status updates and comments.
His relaxed wit and eagerness to wring as much humour out of his life as possible were commendable. Also, his adamantine sense of self made him agreeable in a world where so many chose to deny who we truly are.
Thus, Exevia inspired many poets with personality and gaiety, which is no mean feat in a poetry world given self-righteous bleeding hearts who take themselves a little too seriously sometimes.
Exevia was different
He was such a quick study that he soon equaled my copywriting skills, his forte being his impressive ability to string catchphrases together effortlessly, coherently and, most importantly in marketing, convincingly.
The man was quite obviously a natural. I had envisioned working with him on some big projects, ones that would line our pockets to keep us sheltered on a proverbial rainy day. That will not happen now. I will miss his gentleness.
He was angelic and now he has gone to be with his own kind, beyond where eagles soar and up where the angels reign When we meet again, Exevia, we shall clink celebratory glasses at the rendezvous of victory. Rest well, my dear brother.
