Alas! The stench of death is never sweet when the deceased is someone you really idolize or know very closely. This unfathomable maxim is crystallized as regards the sudden passing away of literary giants such as the late Chinua Achebe, and the literary conduit Kunle is being received in all the literary quarters.
Their suddenly giving up the ghost has become a hot international discourse in all the literary spheres. No local, national and international writer in his sober mind could fathom this unbearable news. All of these things prove that the smell of their death was like an unpalatable sour pill to swallow.
I was really touched by this “ode” written in a fluent, narrative style and clearly coming from the rock-hard foundation of Omoseye Bolaji’s heart.
This literary icon (Bolaji) adored his friend Kunle to bits; hence he never ceased to share with us (local writers) Kunle’s anecdotal literary history. How the two of them started writing from infancy and so forth. The death of his friend has really affected Bolaji and to my chagrin this week, his health seems to have reached down-spiral peak. We know that he will recuperate as always!
It is thrilling and inspiring to learn that the duo became literary conduits from the infancy stage and have never tired of churning out books despite having being told that they could not make a living out of this passion (creative writing).
What good lesson can we draw out of Kunle’s life experience, more especially focusing on the literary field? I believe in the saying that “the horse in the front reveals the logic to the ones behind.” Kunle has taught us that the creative writing is an in-born talent and you must fine-tune it at your teething stages.
I reckon we have to realize that becoming a literary figure does not come cheap. We have to focus on quintessential literature.
I can only conclude by saying that honouring our literary icons is the yeast that feeds the dough of growth in literature. Let us learn from the experiences of our icons. Such deaths definitely touch many people’s hearts.
Really, I am rather nonplussed; but may Kunle’s soul rest in peace..