To the Late Chinua Achebe

Oh I, the light wild flower,
to the world I melted,
oh thee, the right writer,
to the ground you melted.

Mentor of mine, heaven my brain,
angel of mine, sky my words,
argue with my laziness,
audience my notebooks and pens.

I praise your writings,
that flowers the hearts of earth,
bear our crazy scramble,
for thy books are premium.

Great words feared by black panther,
strong man feared by wolves,
mentor feared by pens,
earth praises thee high.

When the moon abandons earth,
the sun whispers the light,
the wind sways your writings,
the rains doff hats for thee.

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