Chinua Achebe, the author of the world acclaimed Classic, Things Fall Apart and the icon of African Literature, who died a few months ago was buried in his hometown Agidi, in Nigeria yesterday 23rd May 2013. This is my humble poem in his honour.
PhoenixAfter the noise has died down What is left Is a silence so deafening The trees whisper the message Just so their voices could be heard Above the din. It rises from deep within the forest Lilting high Blending with the sweet cacophonous wonder Of the song of the birds. Above the din, it echoes Its message loud and clear To all who have ears, listen: From the ashes of the pyre shall rise the The Storyteller To tell the story of the new creativity In words so electric, a mix so eclectic A reflection of the beauty of the mind of the New Generation Even as Achebe’s legacy lives on. Already I see her words kiss paper Glittering hard Hailstones, pelting the earth in fury Butter soft Pillows waiting to welcome home my lover A Variety of wonderment. The African story-teller has arrived In all her splendid creativity Born, of the ashes of Achebe Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 24/05/13
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