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To Achebe

Posted by: Effiong Samuel
Category: Poems

It was a cold, lonely evening and I was stuck in a dark room in Patani, Delta state, Nigeria, as part of my National Youth Service.  It was hot inside but I dared not open the door for there were hundreds of mosquitoes just waiting for the opportunity. I suddenly found solace in ringtone of the phone on the bed. It was my brother. He spoke for just 3 second: “Achebe is dead!”. I lit the candle, picked up my pen, opened to my journal and started writing:

Of what use is the pen when the ink is dry?

Why should I hide this pain when it makes me cry?

With this sword you took the world by storm,

With this rod you became its beloved son

You captured minds and held them as a piece

You beckoned the world to trace the path of peace.

What happens now, Achebe,

When you, the Thing at the centre,

Have Fallen Apart and scattered?

Your death has made me feel this pain

And so I pay my tribute with my pen!

by Effiong Samuel (poem was written on 21/03/2013)

Author: Effiong Samuel
I may be practicing another profession, but the lives we live is Arts. I have had an interesting life with three best friends: my pen, my pencil and my camera! Exploring our friendship will be worthwhile.

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