Round and warm and comfortably motherly, our Joan!
Ever-ready to assist by email or phone.
As erudite as a dissertation in flowing tone,
She inculcates living theory by discourse or argument alone
Pushing limits in research with passion, rather than professorial drone,
Acknowledging each without exception, appreciating each clone.
Observing teaching and learning, she carries her theories through every zone,
Spreading the word and enclosing the lost, with whispers sown
Into patchwork quilts of education inscribed in bone.
An African to the core albeit the cream on the cone,
A strong seed planter – she gathers unkempt potential hurdling winds flown.
Rooted in ‘ubuntu’ and woven grass objet ‘d arts for she will hone
Skills from the masses, ‘ere dissolution is blown
With kisses and hugs and seldom a moan.
But - oh our Prof. Conolly, our Joan -
You leaves us here to spend time at home.
We will miss you, Joan- Joan.
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