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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.


After 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

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