It was a regular day at the office. Everyone trying to do their jobs (or not). My colleague came over and told me she had to do a story on Chinua Achebe. She said word was out that he had passed away and she had to write a story to that effect. I didn’t really take it to heart. I mean, a lot of people had been rumoured to have died… Wole Soyinka, Nelson Mandela and it always turned out to be a rumour.
Well, this was no rumour.
Achebe had passed on.
Things Fall Apart. Anthills of the Savannah. No Longer At Ease. Arrow of God. Those were the books I read as a child. Those are the memories I have of Achebe. His books even though somehow complicated for me at that age, still fascinated me.
Even though I may not be familiar with the man Achebe or his works, I am overwhelmed by his legacy. The strides he has made in African literature will forever be remembered. As I read up on his life, one questions comes to heart… again: What Will My Life Count For?