
Let us be like a book, written with grace,
full of love and sincere humanity.
Let us be like a book, free, against no human race,
with Shakespeare's and Achebe's, void ofcalamity
In pages bound by quill and ink, let a tale unfold,
By Shakespeare's grace, and Achebe's stories told.
Let words, like rivers, intertwine, diverse,
A marriage of worlds, in poetic verse.
Beneath a sky where Stratford meets the sun,
And Africa's warmth, when day is done,
The characters emerge, a vibrant array,
In a dance of cultures, where stories sway.
Amidst the sonnets, a rhythm takes hold,
A heartbeat resonates, both young and old.
For in this book, where two great pens unite,
Modern echoes blend with the ancient light.
A cityscape, with echoes of Elizabethan lore,
Yet Africa's spirit, at its very core.
Characters like Othello may find their place,
In the heartbeat of Lagos, a shared embrace.
Through bustling streets and dusty paths, they roam,
A tale of identity, a search for home.
Shakespearean tragedy, in the African sun,
A blending of tales now intertwined as one.
Cultures collide, yet a harmony prevails,
As ink-stained pages reveal their tales.
With every word, a bridge is built,
Between the Bard's quill and Africa's lilt.
Let laughter ripple, let sorrows weep,
In this shared narrative, secrets to keep.
A seamless fusion, as day turns to night,
In this book co-written, in literary flight.
So let us be like a book, a symphony rare,
Where Shakespeare and Achebe, a duo declare,
A tale that's timeless, a cultural blend,
A masterpiece written, where echoes transcend.