FOR us, the loss of Chinua Achebe is, above all
else, intensely personal. We have lost a brother, a colleague, a trailblazer
and a doughty fighter. Of the “pioneer quartet” of contemporary Nigerian
literature, two voices have been silenced – one, of the poet Christopher
Okigbo, and now, the novelist Chinua Achebe. It is perhaps difficult for
outsiders of that intimate circle to appreciate this sense of depletion, but we
take consolation in the young generation of writers to whom the baton has been
passed, those who have already creatively ensured that there is no break in the
continuum of the literary vocation.
We need to stress this at a critical time of
Nigerian history, where the forces of darkness appear to overshadow the
illumination of existence that literature represents. These are forces that
arrogantly pride themselves implacable and brutal enemies of what Chinua and
his pen represented, not merely for the African continent, but for humanity.
Indeed, we cannot help wondering if the recent insensate massacre of Chinua’s
people in Kano, only a few days ago, hastened the fatal undermining of that
resilient will that had sustained him so many years after his crippling
accident.
No matter the reality, after the initial shock, and
a sense of abandonment, we confidently assert that Chinua lives. His
works provide their enduring testimony to the domination of the human spirit
over the forces of repression, bigotry, and retrogression.
Vanguard
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