A tribute to Chinua Achebe after reading his book of poetry COLLECTED POEMS
I have not seen you
Known the boundaries that mark you,
I do not know all your philosophies,
Your real strength
Your real vision.
I do not know if you won or lost,
If you were a child of sin or not
If you are sick of the blood quenching you;
All I know of you, I have felt from Chinua’s
Words like pain, sun-stricken
Identify me to you;
They give me strength to write
about more than myself. To be contrite.
Thank you Biafra.
Thank you Chinua.