It is not sickness that I am afraid of
It is not disease that makes me tingle
It is not the number of days and
periods I go hungry that makes me shiver
It is your demise that makes gloomy
I never knew I had this feeling for you until now
I never knew how invaluable you are
Until the eyes of my pen were opened
I never knew I was living with a god in human
I never knew I dinned with oke nwoke
many people think your death is a serious tragedy to this land
many think it is the wrong time for our hero to rest
many are already envisaging literary retribution in the land
but we know that you are not dead
my family loves you
my kindred adore you
my villagers reverence you
my town cherishes you and
my state magnifies you
an epitome of peace has departed
literature par excellence is gone
the quintessence of justice is gone
Ojezuru mba has slept
Ije oma
A tribute, remembering a great literary scholar and giant, Chinua Achebe
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