Chinua Achebe Poem by Emmanuel Isuku
Chinua Achebe
Achebe is not dead, he lives,
He is the breeze that cuddles the trees,
He is the sweet honey in fresh hives,
And the lights of the rising sun.
Achebe abides around the hills;
Star-decorated, moon-adorned,
Of endless treasures, of no bills,
A nook of joy; of awesome peace.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
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