Even after doing everything right
And going down to plead
Still it refused to give heed
'Let me lie
That I might dwell with him on high
Let me journey with the soul
Who made for us a gorgeous stole
Chinua is gone
Why must I leave on?'
But I beseech you o pen
Listen before you depart from men
Hold your breath
That you might hear the solemn truth
Chinua is dead
But his course loses not its' head
His legacies abound
Even though he now dwells beyond
He did his part
Before things fell apart
He is gone
But his pen lives on
Adieu Chinua Achebe
Till we meet again at the glorious bay
Goodnight! Goodnight!! Goodnight!!!
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