GOOD NIGHT.
Author: Paul Abiola Oku-Ola
My pen refused to write
Even after doing everything right
And going down to plead
Still it refused to give heed
‘Let me lie
That I might be with him on high
Let me journey with the soul
Who made for us a gorgeous stole
Chinua is gone
Why must I live on?’
But I beseech you o pen
Listen before you part from men
Hold your breath
Hear me before you robe death
Chinua is dead
But his course loss not its head
His legacies abound
Though he dwells beyond
His did his part
Before things fell apart
He is gone
But his pen lives on
Rest in peace Achebe
Till we meet at the glorious day
Good night
