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Knowing Robs Us Author(s): Chinua Achebe Source: Callaloo, Vol. 13, No. 1 (Winter, 1990), p.

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Knowing Robs Us

Knowing robs us of wonder. Had it not ripped apart the fearful robes of primordial Night to steal the force that crafted horns on doghead and sowed insurrection overnight in the homely beak of a hen; had reason not given us assurance that day will daily break and the sun's array return to disarm night's fantastic figurationseach daybreak would be garlanded at the city gate and escorted with royal drums to a stupendous festival of an amazed world. One day after the peril of an April storm ecstatic birds followed its furrows sowing songs of daybreak though the time was well past noon, their sparkling notes sprouting green incantations everywhere to free the world from brown death. But for me it is only make-believe; the clamorous change of season may only darken the hills of Nsukka for an hour or two when it comes no hurricane hits my sky and no song of deliverance.