Achebe, Achebe,
Oh! Achebe of the Eastern
Heartland.
He that resurrected
African letters,
Achebe, of whom indelible
prints speak,
Achebe, of whose tongue
is the gold mine of
oratory,
of whose pen is the
inexhaustible treasure
of creative writing.
You are undoubtedly
the black Chaucer;
A pearl and pride
of the African Continent.
Oh! Achebe,
How glorious an exit
from legend to immortal,
how remarkable
a towering and
enviable legacy,
second to none in
our grief stricken
Continent.
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