The past
resides only in the deep corners of our memory
without remembrance, it fades away fast
Our eyes so fixed on the present and future, that past
becomes mere history
a thing of tales, just a chapter added to an unending
story
but then Things Fall Apart, the present is no longer
comfortable
and the future looks not so desirable
so we turn to the luminance of the nearly forgotten past
for answers
we look behind, so that we can move forward ready and
informed
The writer,
constructed stories that were rich and ripe with truth
in the face of oppression and corruption, he was never
mute
He was confident and steadfast, he would never waver
even when in a dicey situation, he would still put pen
to paper
This made him a beacon, in a time of darkness
He gave a voice to a people who could not be heard
Surely he is the true Man Of The People
with words, he made us understand his genuine concern,
that he really cared
Sadly, painfully the writer, the prophet has joined that
recess
He now belongs to the past
The legacy,
his last and most important gift to us,
it can never be relegated to the past, for it is so evident
in our present,
it is visible, tangible and spread throughout the land
Stories and poems flowed easily from the pen in his hand
So when we are No Longer At Ease, we need not look too
far
for his legacy is right there staring at us with the
right answer
One of Africa's true and only beacons of literacy
undoubtedly, this is a powerful legacy
His beacon will shine far and long into the future.
with his pen, he left behind prophecies, truths and
advice
He made us understand the truth was the smallest price
we could pay to ensure we are not lost or trapped in a
false culture
An Iroko Tree Has Fallen in Africa, but it's roots would
remain in the soil forever
waiting to grow with every generation that would be
inspired by this great writer
this gentle giant, this humble legend... Chinua Achebe
On your legacy, we shall always depend.
