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On Thursday, one of the greatest Africans to have ever lived goes home. On Thursday, Professor Chinualumogu Achebe will be committed to Mother Earth in his home town of Ogidi in Anambra State. I decided to open this thread as an opportunity and avenue for us all – the teeming Achebe fans all over the world, the academia, well-wishers and indeed all Nigerians at home and in the Diaspora irrespective of religious and tribal affiliations– to accord the great literary icon our last respect. Let us join the likes of South African President, Jacob Zuma, the AU President, the New York State Senate, Brown University, the Nelson Mandela Center of Memory and our own President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan among other eminent world leaders and reputable institutions in paying tribute to the father of modern African literature. A selection of tributes by prominent figures and institutions the world over: The New York Senate: “... paramount novelist, founder and pioneer of African literature… Professor Achebe’s global significance lies not only in his talent and recognition as a writer, but also as a critical thinker and essayist who has written extensively on questions of the role of culture in Africa along with the social and political significance of aesthetics and analysis of the postcolonial state in Africa.” South African President, Jacob Zuma: “… Chinua Achebe was indeed Africa’s greatest literary export and a legend of African literature. It was his famous novel Things Fall Apart that many Africans saw themselves in literature and arts at a time when most of the writing was about Africans, but not by Africans. On behalf of the South African government and all her people, we wish to send our deepest condolences to the Achebe family, his birth country of Nigeria and the whole literature community. May his soul rest in peace.” AU Chairwoman, Dlamini Zuma: “As we mourn, Chinua Achebe has bestowed upon us a priceless intellectual legacy which will always make us proud to be African, tell us our stories from our perspective and which will guide us in our endeavour to make Africa the continent of the future.” As Africa celebrates the 50th anniversary of the Organisation of African Unity, Dlamini Zuma paid tribute to the father of modern African literature and shared the grief not only with the people of Nigeria, but with the entire continent. BBC: “…revered throughout the world for his depiction of life in Africa.” The New York Times: “… one of Africa’s most widely read novelists and one of the continent’s towering men of letters.” Publishing Director at Penguin Publishers: “Chinua Achebe is the greatest of African writers… and an utterly remarkable man.” Nigerian President, Goodluck Jonathan: “Achebe’s frank, truthful and fearless interventions in national affairs will be greatly missed.” Some of the notable achievements of the late scholar: In 2007, Achebe was awarded the Man Booker International Prize, the highest award in the world of literature. The judging panel included US critic Elaine Showalter, who said he “illuminated the path for writers around the world seeking new words and forms for new realities and societies”, and Nobel Laureate and South African writer Nadine Gordimer, who said Achebe has achieved “what one of his characters brilliantly defines as the writer’s purpose: ‘a new-found utterance’ for the capture of life’s complexities.” In 2010, Achebe bagged The Dorothy and Lillian Gish Prize for $300,000, one of the richest prizes for the arts. In 1992 he became the first living writer to be represented in the Everyman’s Library collection published by Alfred A. Knopf. He has been awarded the Commonwealth Poetry Prize, an Honorary Fellowship of the American Academy of Arts and Letters (1982), a Foreign Honorary Member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences (2002), the Nigerian National Order of Merit (Nigeria’s highest honour for academic work), and the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade. Achebe is a recipient of over 30 honorary degrees from the best universities in England, Scotland, Canada, South Africa, Nigeria and the United States, including Dartmouth College, Harvard, Kent and Brown University. He, however, twice refused the Nigerian honour Commander of the Federal Republic, in 2004 and 2011. His first major work Things Fall Apart is the most widely read book in African literature, selling over 12 million copies and translated into over 50 languages. It was the immense success, popularity and cultural impact of this book at a time when African literature was seen as nothing more than stories about Africa by the Europeans and Americans that crowned him the undisputed father of modern African literature. That is to say, African literature really took off with his groundbreaking work, though there had been some, albeit less successful and acclaimed, writers of African origin before him. The New York Senate termed him the “most paraphrased author in African history” as a result. The last publication in his lifetime, There Was A Country, despite the stir and controversy it generated in some sections of his home country, Nigeria, was listed as one of the most important books of the year 2012. In 2011 Forbes named him as the most powerful celebrity in Africa. Nelson Mandela once called him “the writer in whose company the prison walls came down”, and credited him as the author who “brought Africa to the rest of the world.” Some scholars and observers have viewed the fact that Achebe was never awarded a Nobel Prize as unjust and a political witch-hunt, citing his criticism of Joseph Conrad and his work, Heart of Darkness, and traditions of racism in the West as possible reasons for this. List of works: Marriage Is a Private Affair (Short Story, 1952) Dead Men’s Path (Short Story, 1953) The Sacrificial Egg and Other Stories (Short Story, 1953) Things Fall Apart (Novel, 1958) No Longer At Ease (Novel, 1960) Arrow of God (Novel, 1964) The Novelist as Teacher (Non-fiction, 1965) A Man of the People (Novel, 1966) Chike and the River (Children’s Book, 1966) Civil Peace (Short Story, 1971) Beware, Soul-Brother, and Other Poems (Poetry, 1971) *Published in the US as Christmas in Biafra, and Other Poems in 1973 How the Leopard Got His Claws [with John Iroaganachi] (Children’s Book, 1972) Girls at War and Other Stories [including “Vengeful Creditor”] (Short Story, 1973) An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” (Criticism, 1975) Morning Yet on Creation Day (1975) The Flute (Children’s Book, 1975) Don’t Let Him Die: An Anthology of Memorial Poems for Christopher Okigbo [editor, with Dubem Okafor] (Poetry, 1978) The Drum (Children’s Book, 1978) The Trouble With Nigeria (Political Commentary, 1984) African Short Stories [editor, with C. L Innes] (Short Storey, 1985) Anthills of the Savannah (Novel, 1987) Hopes and Impediments (1988) Heinemann Book of Contemporary African Short Stories [editor, with C. L. Innes] (Short Storiy, 1992) Another Africa (Poetry, 1998) Home and Exile (2000) Collected Poems, Carcanet Press (Poetry, 2005) Education of a British protected Child (2009) There Was A Country: A Personal History of Biafra (Non-fiction/Political Commentary, 2012) Others include The Voter, Refugee Mother and Child, Vultures Dignitaries expected at his funeral include three African presidents, representatives of head of states and head of governments the world over, a representative of the Archbishop of Canterbury, several bishops from across Africa, top politicians from within and outside Africa, colleagues in the world of literature as well as thousands of well wishers. Please let's pay our tributes here and I would also implore the moderators to push this thread to the front page. |
wetin bring igbo to diz mata u diz nairaland ethnic bigots? |
Omotola too fat to make it in the US where slim and trimmed is the norm. I think she's pushing too hard to overtake Genevieve Nnaji as Nigeria's number one actress. She should first slim down and improve on her acting skills and dressing |
genevieve has all it takes as she is head and shoulders above every other actor or actress in nigeria. psquare r d hottest in d music game ryt nw nd i c dem remaining dia 4 a long time to come |
Good write up, but it sounds like a children's story. Anyway, more power to your elbow, but you need to make these three critical changes: 1. Your story is full of dialogues. It almost looked like a drama. Cut out the not-so-important dialogues or add some narratives inbetween. 2. Mind your tenses. Sometimes it goes from past tense to present tense, even in the same sentence. 3. I read the part where you said that Rossie does not believe in legends, yet she possesses some mysterious powers and she knows that they are not ordinary powers. Ensure that there is a logical agreement in your story. Aside that your story is a good one. Thumbs up! |
things fall apart, a man of the people by chinua achebe and african nights entertainment by cyprain ekwensi (my best novel as a kid) |
The passing of Chinua Achebe is a great loss not only for Nigeria and Africa but also for the world at large. I send my condolences and those of my brothers and sisters in The Gambia to our brethren of the great nation of Nigeria on the occasion of the death of the doyen of African literature, the most learned Chinua Achebe, “Towering Man of Letters” as the respected New York Times would call him. The loss of an icon and a repository of knowledge saddens us. The Gambia has been mourning as well as celebrating Chinua Achebe during the past few weeks. We mourn his passing and yet are relieved and compensated by the wealth of knowledge and inspiration he left us. We are crying but we are also happy and we gladly celebrate his legacy. I guess this paradox of tears and laughter to mark his death was somehow foreshadowed by the doyen himself because a reviewer of his works once said that Achebe “makes you laugh and then catches your breath in horror.” I, the one who has been labeled The Gambia’s Pen, could not have been left behind in the mourning and celebration of Achebe. So when our national TV anchor Ebrima Baldeh (a student of African literature) sought me for an interview that was meant to be a tribute to Achebe. An 11- hour day at the office and its fatigue would not be enough to stop me from paying due respect to a deserving son of our continent. I left my office at 7 PM and drove straight to GRTS Headquarters in Kanifing. The provocative journalist in Mr. Baldeh showed from the get go as he started his interview by quoting a jester who said that at the ripe age of 82, Chinua Achebe left the pitch of a football match eight minutes before the end and the game is incomplete. Surprised as I was at such a lighthearted way to start an interview that was meant to be a tribute, I smiled and answered: Well Chinua Achebe himself has answered this satirist of a jester. Chinua has not passed away he merely passes on from one state of being to another. His legacy lives in his books and teachings. His legacy and his life continue in me as one inspired by Achebe’s works. Incidentally, our main national newspaper published an article of mine on the day of this interview titled “Wisdom from Our Mothers” that explained the significance of proverbs I learnt from my mother, the wise Kaddy Jammeh of Lamin Village. I connected this article to Achebe’s assertion that in his career he sought to write down the eloquence of Africa. I further quoted Achebe to say that the man who is credited with retelling the story of a continent that was largely written by outsiders has himself become a story because in his bid to write the story Achebe’s life has become a part of the story. And this is what Achebe said about the story: “… [I]t is only the story that can continue beyond the war and the warrior. It is the story that outlives the sound of war-drums and the exploits of brave fighters. It is the story […] that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence. In my desire to convey the general mood of Gambians on the demise of Chinua Achebe, I sampled a few Gambian writers and this is what they have said about him: more on http://www.vanguardngr.com/2013/04/the-gambia-mourns-chinua-achebe/ |
smh so sad |
genevieve nnaji has been the top actress in nollywood 4 a decade and half now and she's been acting since d age of 8. so i think she will still be relevant 4 a long time now. but i think the biggest celebrity in that list now is mikel obi. he is currently way more popular than 2face and genevieve nnaji |
tnx |
wow, tnx 4 ur comments. i'm grateful |
oh, tnx a lot sweet |
luvmijeje: We kuku dey o, you just have to be patient. You wrote a poem about the month of april,honestly it is not my kind of poem maybe becos I am Nigeria or maybe becos it lacks life or maybe becos I'm not born in the month of april or maybe becos rain is not falling in Lagos so far or maybe becos I am not surrounded by forest.Thanks 4 d reply |
29 views and 1 reply. nawao |
Sicozone: NOTHING IS NEW UNDER THE SUN AS LONG AS ITS JONATHAN'S ADMINISTRATION.....abi? an anything goes government. nigeria don enter one chance |
things are falling apart in nigeria because d center can no longer hold |
smh for this country |
make una keep una comments coming. person dey dis section at all? |
confusion247: Jonathan is weak because he have sacrificed his conscience against his ambition.smh I don't blame people that call him a ceremonial president. |
Keep your opinions coming. I value them so much |
Beaf!:Why are you trying to bring your tribalism into this thread of national importance |
Bigcake: From d way he hastily granted d amnesty, it seems d boko boys have successfully tied a bomb to his balls. because i cnt understand why he is backwards ever forward never.I think he is the most clueless leader Nigeria has ever produced. He doesn't know his left from his right. Always being tossed around by his so-called Advisers. This is the latest is his long list of poor decisions. It's embarrasing when a leader makes so many mistakes |
I just found out online and from a couple of TV stations across the country that Jonathan is about to grant amnesty to Boko Haram. What message does this decision pass across? That Jonathan is so weak, that the FG have been overwhelmed by a bunch of terrorists from the northern section of the country or that any ragtag group from anywhere in the country is free to pick up arms any day and start killing and massacring people en masse and at will? I’m so disappointed at this government that I decided to air my opinion. I couldn’t help it. Jonathan has disappointed a lot of Nigeria and has embarrassed himself in the international community. So he has finally bowed to pressures from the Sultan and other northern “elders”? Just last month he was breathing fire in Maidugri about how he will never grant amnesty to ghost? For the first time in this shambolic presidency I was impressed by the President because of guts he showed in standing up to them in their very own backyard. Now this? Which way Nigeria? Which way Jonathan? How long are we going to allow this kind of a thing to happen in this country? I’m so disappointed that words cannot convey my emotions. *Spits* Tufiakwa! |
Please this is my first attempt at putting down something like this. Your views are highly welcome. Please keep them coming. Constructive criticism is encouraged. |
Yes! It is here yet again! That moment of joy everyone looks forward to is once more upon us. It’s April already, this time it didn't come too soon. It is that time of the year – 90 days from its birth – when great things start to happen. My best season is about to commence. It is a season that we all depend on, for its blessings The mood permeating the atmosphere was that of great expectations and relief was in the air. Chirping birds hovered around the sky, just as the most virile of the flocks were busy shuttling gaily from one end of the horizon to the other, flaunting those melodious songs of theirs which they rendered impeccably to the admiration of anyone who cared to listen down below. Far away in the backwoods of the serene countryside, the aesthetic glory of the lush green rainforests that laced the hills like a garden in a master class of nature could not hold them back from bowing to the relentless malevolent winds that combed them. Those were the messengers of the sky, winds sent forth to inform all that could see and all that could feel of their fate. The shrubs and bushes were not to be left behind. Brushing against themselves, they were doing their best to be part of the celebration, just as their bigger counterparts were swaying from end to end. It was all that mattered to them now. The wait had been too long and it had begun to tell on them. Gone were the days when they blossomed in their deep green regalia of vigour, rather the rusty brown apparel of drought was what they now adorned. Horns blared, sirens belted, wheels screeched and voices bellowed from the streets amid an afflictive cacophony under the shadows of a gathering film of thick dark mass as people scurried helter-skelter and scampered for the warm comfort of a shelter. The sky was also in the mood. A squall was brewing. Spectacular bolts of fireworks flashed from above to lit up the hearts and minds of those who were lucky to behold them. Cold currents of refreshment hurled down with them, sweeping the streets with such gusto and throwing the refuse they have gathered in the air. The heavens roared and hummed, seemingly in approbation of the goings-on. Such was the ambience that even a fool in his greatest folly would not be forgiven easily had he failed to see that the hour was at hand. It was closer than ever. The long wait was over. The earth was beginning to heave a sigh of relief. The sun took a bow – it was its curtain call for the day, never to be seen again till the dawn of the next day. The stage was set. This time it would not disappoint. It came down in all its might. The clouds wept and it rained. Hurray! |
Yes! It is here yet again! That moment of joy everyone looks forward to is once more upon us. It’s April already, this time it didn't come too soon. It is that time of the year – 90 days from its birth – when great things start to happen. My best season is about to commence. It is a season that we all depend on, for its blessings The mood permeating the atmosphere was that of great expectations and relief was in the air. Chirping birds hovered around the sky, just as the most virile of the flocks were busy shuttling gaily from one end of the horizon to the other, flaunting those melodious songs of theirs which they rendered impeccably to the admiration of anyone who cared to listen down below. Far away in the backwoods of the serene countryside, the aesthetic glory of the lush green rainforests that laced the hills like a garden in a master class of nature could not hold them back from bowing to the relentless malevolent winds that combed them. Those were the messengers of the sky, winds sent forth to inform all that could see and all that could feel of their fate. The shrubs and bushes were not to be left behind. Brushing against themselves, they were doing their best to be part of the celebration, just as their bigger counterparts were swaying from end to end. It was all that mattered to them now. The wait had been too long and it had begun to tell on them. Gone were the days when they blossomed in their deep green regalia of vigour, rather the rusty brown apparel of drought was what they now adorned. Horns blared, sirens belted, wheels screeched and voices bellowed from the streets amid an afflictive cacophony under the shadows of a gathering film of thick dark mass as people scurried helter-skelter and scampered for the warm comfort of a shelter. The sky was also in the mood. A squall was brewing. Spectacular bolts of fireworks flashed from above to lit up the hearts and minds of those who were lucky to behold them. Cold currents of refreshment hurled down with them, sweeping the streets with such gusto and throwing the refuse they have gathered in the air. The heavens roared and hummed, seemingly in approbation of the goings-on. Such was the ambience that even a fool in his greatest folly would not be forgiven easily had he failed to see that the hour was at hand. It was closer than ever. The long wait was over. The earth was beginning to heave a sigh of relief. The sun took a bow – it was its curtain call for the day, never to be seen again till the dawn of the next day. The stage was set. This time it would not disappoint. It came down in all its might. The clouds wept and it rained. Hurray! |
Achebe is older than Soyinka, Achebe was 82, Soyinka is 78 |
Achebe is a great man respected far and wide and whose greatness transcends the shores of Africa. He was/is indeed the father of modern African Literature |
Two literary icons. The father of modern African Literature and the Noble Prize winner in the same pic. |
I decided to write on this after I came across an article on Nairaland about Tuface's apology to Nigerians on his controversial choice of venue for his white wedding and believe you me, the argument has been raging on for long, albeit rather unnecessarily. I don't see any reason why Nigerians should bother themselves with an issue as trifling as this one when there are more pressing issues yearning for our attention. It is laughable if not totally uncalled for that a lot of Nigerians think that have the right to choose for this man where he will celebrate the happiest day of his life. Tuface owes no one any apology whatsoever over his decision not to have his white wedding here in Nigeria, besides it is his wedding, not ours. How many of those people that have called for his neck over the choice of his wedding's venue will have their in-laws or colleagues choose the venue of their wedding for them? I bet my hat that most of these people that have been crying "crucify him" would have done exactly the same thing if they could boast of half his net worth in their bank accounts. This goes far beyond the issue of patriotism as many of us have painted it. Now the question is: Would Tuface's wedding in Nigerian have contributed to the economy and GDP of this country in any way? If we look at it critically we'll find out that the answer is a big NO. It would not have done much for the average Tuface fan in the streets of Lagos or in the markets of Onitsha had it been that he chose any city in Nigeria as the venue for his wedding. The average Tuface fan would have been denied access to the occasion for security reasons and none of the drinks that will be used for the event will be bottled in Nigeria. The fact remains that it is his wedding and he has the right to host it wherever he wants to — even on the moon. http://amazinglyfresh..com |
You don't need to apologize to us. It's your wedding for heaven's sake and nobody has the right to dictate to you where you will host it. I guess most of these fans that are bashing you right now would have done the same if they had half of the cash you have cooling in banks. By the way, that was a lame excuse though ![]() |
I don't blame people that call him a ceremonial president.