Remembering Chinua Achebe

Yesterday, Chinua Achebe was laid to rest in Nigeria, following his death in March.

Chinua Achebe is one of the most popular African writers. His 'Things Fall Apart' has been translated into dozens of languages and has sold millions of copies. Some of his other books are A Man of the People, Arrow of God, No Longer at Ease and The Trouble with Nigeria.

His writing continues to entertain and enlighten, and most important, inspire other writers across the world.

The day before last, I listened to an archive interview where Mr Achebe was speaking to the BBC's Veronique Edwards. He shared some enduring insights about his legacy, and his writing.
Listen below:


In death as in life, Chinua Achebe continues to be an enduring inspiration. His writing lives on, and as one of my favorite writers, I greatly respect and applaud his work.
Rest in Peace Chinua Achebe.

ELEVATION: R.I.P. Grandma

Note: This post has been cross posted on The Walkabout.

"Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see." 

- Hellen Keller 

Transition Elevation

On Thursday, July 21 at 1830hrs, my grandma passed on.
She lived for almost a century, and what a life it was! I do thank God that she died of old age, not disease or any other agonizing and painful condition.
We laid her to rest yesterday.

I won't eulogize her on this blog, but will just share Mary Elizabeth Frye's Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep poem and some photos of her resting place.
This poem is featured in Desperate Housewives s04ep10, where Karen McCluskey and Lynette Scavo scatter Ida Greenberg's ashes on a baseball field.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Kwaheri

Fare thee well grandma. God be with you till we meet again [lyrics].



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