Today mother earth will receive another illustrious son
of Africa. A son who spoke louder than the chiming of a bird in the wilderness
for repentance. The bowel of the earth is full of many genre of a kind but you
are an exception. The Achebe of Things Fall Apart has indeed fallen.
If works
do speak may they speak in your favor as you embark on a journey of all men. Greet Okonkwo, Ezeulu , Odili and the rest of
the people you envisioned when you birth the dawn of literature in Africa.
I am a firm believer in life after death but those who
share in that life is not for me to decide. But if you do qualify, which i pray
you do i will not hesitate to put my desire to master the art to write to your
mentorship.
Many of your writings
particularly Things Fall Apart (Which I have read) depict the challenges posed
to African societies by modernism and Western influence. It details the plight
of three educated upper-class Africans attempting to survive in an atmosphere
of political oppression and cultural confusion. Set in the fictional African
country of Kangan, it is clearly patterned after your native Nigeria, though
one can also see elements of Liberia and Ghana which clearly show how cross
boundary your thinking was.
“A man who calls
his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to save them from starving. They all have
food in their own homes. When we gather together in the moonlit village ground
it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We
come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so.”
Sleep well Chinua Achebe or better still Albert
Chinualumogu Achebe RIP
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