"The father of African literature". In the heart of Africa, a literary giant arose His words like magic, his stories composed

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He painted pictures with his pen
Capturing the essence of his people’s struggle and zen.
His pen was a weapon, his words a shield
Against the ignorance that sought to wield.

Chinua Achebe, the father of African literature
A man of wisdom, a man of stature
His words spoke of the beauty and pain
Of a continent rich in culture, yet plagued by disdain

Born in Nigeria 1930, he felt the pull
To tell the stories that were never dull.
He toiled and worked with royal poise,
With wisdom beyond his years,
His pen erased colonial fears.
He gave a voice to those who were lost

His words like magic, so grand, his words would echo like the dawn.

In Things Fall Apart he penned,
The tale of Okonkwo’s tragic end,
A story of a changing world,
Where old ways and new were unfurled.

No Longer at Ease, Arrow of God,
His novels left readers awed,
The beauty of his prose so clear,
Achebe’s legacy held dear.

A champion of African pride,
He never let it subside,
Through his books, he gave a voice,
To those who had no choice.

Achebe’s influence spread far and wide,
His words a beacon, a guiding light,
In schools and homes, his name revered,
For he was a literary pioneer.

Guiding his people through the darkest night
He inspired generations to come to tell their stories, to speak as one.

His words are a gift, a treasure untold
A reminder that stories are worth more than gold.

Now in the realm of ancestors,
Chinua Achebe’s spirit soars,
His stories live on forevermore,
In the hearts of those he did explore.

A functioning, robust democracy requires a healthy educated, participatory followership, and an educated, morally grounded leadership.
Chinua Achebe

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