The first book by Nigerian born writer Chinua Achebe I read was “When Things Fall Apart,” which tells the story of a Nigerian tribe at the turn of the 19th century who are on the verge of having their lives changed forever with the entry of white colonizers into the African heartland. The book is one that takes the reader right into an African village, into the midst of their traditions and customs, their everyday struggles which, though far far-fetched from ours, make us connect at once with the people.
Since then I’ve been a great admirer of the great African writer and has read another of his books called, “A man of the people.” Reading it, it almost felt like a Sri Lankan story.
So when I read yesterday that Chinua Achebe had passed away at the age of 82, it was a poignant feeling.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote, “Lives of great men all remind us; we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time. Achebe has done just that.