[Remembering Chinua Achebe] by Onah Stanley Kenechi, Okechukwu Onuegbu & Agele Ayowole Samuel

[Remembering Chinua Achebe] by Onah Stanley Kenechi, Okechukwu Onuegbu & Agele Ayowole Samuel

Jonah Stanley Kenechi

From the  enclave of Ogidi came an unlikely sage
The entirety of  Africa he put  on the world’s stage
Catalyzing her launching  to a  new civilization age
And telling the world we can’t be seen as garbage 

A  respectable Igbo progeny  with eclectic brilliance 
Very  simplistic personality  with sublime  substance 
Blessed with style suffused in mesmerizing elegance 
Imposing profile yet bereft of any guise of arrogance 

Like a colossus Achebe bestrode  our  literary space
Upon  this turf,  he will  remain*s* an unmatchable ace
With flair he gripped the creative  levers  like a brace
Very awesome to behold such level of cerebral grace 

Novel brand of  African literature Chinua  pioneered 
Invaluable social  reforms  he very  well engineered 
His  pristine  cultural values, he never auctioneer*ed*
To all semblances of avarice, he repulsively sneered

Poignant were  his thrusts and never  would retract 
His treatise on  most  matters were  frank and exact

He wrote, not just to  impress, but also to impact  
His  consistent  compass were his passion  and fact

In a prophetic drift  he spawned ‘Things Fall Apart’ 
Epics that followed proved  he was beyond smart 
They all spewed very  seamlessly from  the heart
To all  oddities, his  works  threw a reforming dart

Unfazed by  the civilization prejudice in his time
He  reflected a personality very  patently sublime 
Nothing  noble  he spared in advancing his clime 
Icon  he shall remain so long as the clocks chime

Achebe  wasn’t one  to be swayed by banal award
He relentlessly decried  allures that  were wayward 
The altruistic vision he sought was enough reward
And quite content he was as an egalitarian steward

It is  very unlikely  to raise another African like him
And that is  a  reality  we will  daily recall  with grim

His espoused  ideals still overflows from  the brim
Sometimes we all feel  like his death was just a sim

Everything about his life was simply beyond legendary 
His resume is a symphony of multicultural polyandary 
Relative to his values every other thing was secondary
His prescient insight never was afflicted  by quandary 

Gorgeous  and  transcendental were all his legacies
There’s just  no force  that  can make them fallacies 
They’ve so been invaluable in  stirring our fantasies 
Guarding and guiding  us against most  profligacies 

I propose he gets canonized as a global  literary saint

All  his life’s works have   proven  to be beyond daint 
His ink shall surely endure more than  Picasso’s paint

Our honour it is to ensure his persona suffers no faint 

© Onah Stanley K

Brief Bio:

Dr Onah Stanley Kenechi

Okechukwu Onuegbu


 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 stole the contents of our brains with their God

Pride of our lands and Water


Dry your tears my people

although things 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



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 the internet has imprisoned the books

While the Anthills of Savannah

Have buried “the truth of fiction”

Prompting the UNN Professor of Literature

To remark 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 and 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 a peace envoy


Believe me

The Prof. of Massachusetts Amherst is not dead

He’s staring 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-reliant not copycats

But things are 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 is 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!

© Okechukwu Onuegbu

Brief Bio:

Okechukwu Onuegbu is a journalist, blogger, publisher, Scriptwriter, Actor and author of many books including SONGS FROM A SOLEMN MIND, MIRROR OF THE MINDS, the MYSTERIOUS HOUSEKEEPER, DIET GUIDES.

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Agele Ayowole Samuel
Adekunle Ajasin University,
Akungba Akoko, Ondo State, Nigeria

Come; let us go to his grave 
Where he peacefully lies 
Let us go and wake him up 
From his deep slumber 

Let us tell him: 
The glorious battle he fought for 
With all his might 
Has been victoriously won by his enemies 

Let us tell him: 
The people he fought for 
Have turned their back on him 
They have taken the back of his villains 

Let us tell him: 
His sword has been carted away 
And his fort has been captured 
While his loyal servants lay dead in his tomb 

Some said, “Achebe is long gone 
To the land of the dead 
He won’t come back to us 
Even if we call his name aloud 

Chinua will never hear our cries 
Not even our wails 
For he is no more one of us 
His body has decayed” 

But his drum can never be left unbeaten
To the ears of the cowards 
Come; let us go to his grave 
And heave up his bones.

© Agele Ayowole Samuel

Brief bio:

Agele Ayowole Samuel is an undergraduate in the department of Sociology at Adekunle Ajasin University, Akungba Akoko in Ondo State. She loves poetry and writing of fiction and non-fictional novels. She fell in love with poetry at a very tender age which sprang up to be a hobby and then a profession for her She loves to inspire the world through her literary works.

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