God, I love this one. I have always known that someday we would begin to tell ourselves the truth of our present day human condition. I am just tired, dead tired of looking over our shoulders in our every attempt to explain our present and our future. Reading Achebe, especially his essays, makes me feel I am totally ignored in his discourse world. Does anyone feel like that?
Anyway, this essay reminds me of some of my feelings reading Achebe. Ikhide is right on.