Achebe Poems - Poems about Achebe

Once upon a time in Nigeria Lived a storyteller with a voice like the wind His parables, like whispers, traveled far and wide Touching every corner, stirring every mind. He wrote of a land where the yam was king Where the ancestors’ drums forever sing. He told of Okonkwo, fierce and proud In a village where...

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In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul. O Achebe, Awoonor, Mongo Beti, Ama Ata Aidoo, Peggy Oppong, Dennis Brutus, Kwesi Brew, etc.! So these Chroniclers of the Human Experience and Visionaries of the Written...

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What a World! By Izunna Okafor Tears roll down my cheeks Beholding the palm tree I tapped From his knowledge of blue ink With a bow, lofting off a huge gap What a World ! Our intellectuals have all died And the vase of wisdom dried up The siege of our dear unbounded hist Dusked and whisked away in a rueful tomb. What a World...

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Bum! Bam! The exixt of jokers, They run for they shall not witness the coming of the Ijele They say, "are we not masquerades? ain't the Ijele as Spirit as we are?" But, their courage fell as the Ijele prepares to dance. For he shall not dance in the glory of distractions. The Ijele is a lone dancer! Beautified in...

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MY WEDDING DAY On my wedding day I wore a pink suit A white cuff links With a black long sleeve. I and my wife Walked down the aisle With hands held tight And faces dazzling. The rose flowers The silvery crown The sandhog shoe All with effect blazing....

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TELL THEM,ACHEBE TELL THEM Tell them,Achebe tell them That with bullets they may kill our bodies But our proud spirit they will never fell! That blind men too soon come to notice The true self of those in office. Achebe tell these politicians That though we appear daft,we really are not. And soon all shall see The true extent of their rot And greed insatiable...

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I could still remember that future banner Fixed at the street of Anambra saying: Welcome home, Achebe, "our great hero" Anambra still mourn you, we mourn you The British protected child born with African tradition. Thousand years shall your words linger In our minds and spirit, your legacy shall Survive through the dying Anthill of the savannah. Tears like raindrops falling...

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The gods have eaten your cake But we still have it Some with dirty hands Stalking your pages And others virgin hands Talking your pages With seething hope Above you a shrine, a wreath of letters. The father of stories Where children never sleep The auditorium where curtains never fall The age mate of gems The gods have eaten your cake But we still have it...

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The Iroko has transmuted Chinua Achebe Unending teacher...

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