Posted by ONUEGBU OKECHUKWU on
Dry your tears my people
Beware soul Brother is not dead
He traversed beyond
To mediate, chart and intercede
For us amidst our asleep heroes
Heroines and icons
To lift our fits
From deadly pits dug by our colonial masters
Who used God to steal the contents of our brains
Pride of our lands and Water
Dry your tears my people
Although Things has Fall apart
Prof. Chinua Achebe is alive
Voicing our mind to the Maker
If your eyes see as my poesy eyes
And your ears hearken to literary voice
You will understand that he’s alive
Charting
Educating
And instructing
Us in his inks to swim through Niger and Nile
Be Africana in lips and foot
Not Mississippi and Pacific Ocean
Whose gods enslaved our God
But the trouble with Nigeria
Is that internet has imprisoned the books
While the Anthills of Savannah
Have buried “the truth of fiction”
Prompting the UNN Professor of Literature
To earmarked that “imaginative literature
Does not enslave but liberate the minds of people
Its truth is not like the canon orthodoxy
Or the irrationality of prejudice& superstition
It begins as an adventure in self discovery
Ends in wisdom and human conscience”
O my God! Death why?
Ah! Did I mention death?
Sorry, Achebe is not dead
The Ambassador of defunct
Risen Sun has travelled
To inculcate peace in the minds
Of Girls at war….cos he’s peace envoy
Believe me
The Prof. of Massachusetts Amherst is not dead
He’s steering at you
See him there liaison with the Maker
To revive Okike
Edit and Reawaken Igbo Life and Culture
Home and Exile
Chair Nigerian writers to be self not copycats
But is No Longer at Ease
Soccer has downthrown the pens
We must dry our River-Niger tears
Seed dies to sprout and bear more seeds
The Man of the People
Has gone to bear the arrow of God
And defend us from invading foes
In as much There Was a Country
There Was a Writer
“In whose words
The prison walls fell”
As sun revolves for moon to emerge
One day there must be a country
Envisaged by Brown University Africana Professor
Christie, Chinelo, Nwando, Ikechukwu, Chidi
Africans, indeed we must dry our River-Benue tears
The illustrious son of Light of the Nation
Enclave of the giant of Africa
Good People, Great Nation
This mourning should inspire
Us to bury our differences, blades, ammunitions
And Egunje devastating our lands
Sucking the sweats of our founding fathers
Sweet night Nwa Ogidi!
You will live to be remembered by generations
Sweet night the son of Achebe!!!