Writing one's own epitaph

"…He will come out of the grave
His clothes thrown around him;
worms shall not have done their work.
His face shall beam the radiance of many suns.
His gait the bearing of a victor,
On his forehead shall shine a thousand stars"

- Kofi Awoonor, Ghanaian poet, murdered in Nairobi shopping mall by the usual pointless bigots.