Achebe My Literary Friend
by Jennifersoter Ezewi
The fluid of a writing pen has been exhausted;
Yet, the paper maketh an outcry.
Who can quench the infused passion for oil?
Whose echo resounds for Ages without fear?
Strength! What is expedient?
At the point of departure of thy master,
Who screamed for hope?
When the journey beamed
At the Invisible exit,
The seeds scooped out
The voice of continuity.
Integrity has left a legacy;
Weep not, Memo!
For the social prestige lieth awake.
The African Renaissance 
though I’ve not completely gone through the play, I feel its quite nice to see an “about to be performed” play on a blog – dunno if its performed yet – it shows that you guys mean business! Innovation, Ideas……….you are sure definately “almost” not lacking in this theatre. Thumbs-up š
I love! I love!
I love! I love! Nice one cuba