THE TROUBLE WITH NIGERIA. By Chinua Achebe

TWO EXCERPTS FROM THIS BOOK:

"Many Presidents, especially Third World Presidents, do not live in their country. One of the penalties of exalted power is loneliness. Harnessed to the trappings of protocol and blockaded by a buffer of grinning courtiers and sycophants, even a good and intelligent leader will gradually begin to forget what the real world looks like...."

"Nigeria is NOT a great country. It is one of the most disorderly nations in the world. It is one of the most corrupt, insensitive, inefficient places under the sun ... It is dirty, callous, noisy, ostentatious, dishonest and vulgar. In short, it is among the most unpleasant places on earth!" Achebe does not pull his punches in this work!

HONEY IN THE IVORY TOWER. By Olajire Olanlokun

Yeside Adebisi - a charismatic, intelligent warm African young lady. Here at the University she and close female friends blossom and distinguish themselves and become even more dynamic, well rounded individuals. It almost brings tears to one's eyes! One might as well comment that a patina of decency - age old values if you wish - surrounds this work, an edifying ambience as it were. One might have expected a work weaved around young women in a free environment to contain elements of prurience or sexual trajectories ; but this is in no way the case here. The usual travails, vicissitudes of tertiary education campuses - not forgetting the pressures on comely young females are evident but in an edifying manner ... Yeside is a fine young lady who holds her head high, and remains alluring and virtuous, even whilst overseas: "Yeside's good virtues warmed her to the hearts of the Allens and they often joked that Yeside looked very much like an Afro-American but her accent gave her away... " Yeside and her close female friends, Sheila and Kojo, are hard working and innovative in the campus. They even orchestrate a magazine (kudos for ladies!) finally named Fortune. The publication is a success, applauded by everybody, even the male students. The young ladies keep their eyes on the ball, and Yeside in particular gets her just deserts in the end: "On the first notice board were the results of the finalists. Conspicuously perching atop were the results of the final year students in the Department of Chemistry ... under this was the name of Yeside Adebisi with a First Class. Nobody made second class upper division, only second class lower division followed. Yeside was mobbed by her friends!" Fittingly, yes. A wholesome story and narration. - O Bolaji

CONDUCT UNBECOMING. By T. M. Aluko

Corruption ... Corruption ... CORRUPTION Another fine work of fiction by the late TM Aluko, long famed and respected for his brilliant novels; that the author was also an astute civil servant for years on end complements his forte as it were. Aluko also condemned corruption in his works, including this one. Incidentally the country here, Equatoria, is very much Nigeria as we can see from the plethora of Yoruba/Nigerian names, together with requisite proverbs and other aphorisms. Anyway, in this country corruption holds sway! This can be seen everywhere, though the main focus (apart from our narrator-protagonist William) is on a coterie of powerful figures; mainly the just departed politician, Sylvester Domingo, and Abel Abegunde bastion of immorality. We quickly learn that Sylvester, and of course Abegunde are bywords for corruption and other disgusting practices; "(Sylvester) regularly beat up his wives... moreover he was known to keep a number of mistresses..." And the dramatic Abegunde: "The one official cord that once bound me to Abel Abegunde had snapped seven years before when Alice Abegunde, my elder sister had died at child birth. Since then he had replaced the dead Alice not with one wife but with three other wives. And indications were that the replacement exercise was going to be a continuing process..." But our narrator is tainted himself character-wise, despite his constant attempts to distance himself from corruption and other sharp practices. We are surprised to learn e.g, early on that he is lusting after Dora, one of the widows of the late Silvester and sleeping with her. And the lady herself consorts with other powerful men... At least in the end there is condemnation of sorts of the widespread corrupt practices. Suggested Reading: Anatomy of Corruption in Nigeria. By S. Labanji Bolaji The Trouble with Nigeria. By Chinua Achebe The Beautyful Ones are not yet born. By Ayi Kwei Armah

DESTINATION BIAFRA. By Buchi Emecheta

 

"... One could make a case however for an androgynous interpretation of Buchi Emecheta's book, Destination Biafra. This is an ambitious, if very uneven, war novel whose militantly feminist heroine possesses both feminine and masculine characteristics. Attractive, Oxford-educated Debbie Ogedemgbe is a nurturing woman who seeks to defend and protect the women and children victimized during the Biafran war, but the masculine, aggressive side of her character is shown when she joins the army, smokes cigarettes, tosses grenades, and refuses to marry her English lover at the end of the novel.

"... It seems unlikely that Emecheta's bold if flawed attempt to imagine an androgynous African woman will be imitated, though one hopes that more women writers will subscribe to Emecheta's feminist vision..."

-  Katherine Frank 

In African Literature Today

 

TO SIR, WITH LOVE. By E. R Braithwaite

An interesting "old book" and perhaps a classic of its own - remember a major film was produced on it. Me I always wondered how honest the author was ... with the females in his class, despite his general supercilious approach in his narrative.

Take note that the author was a young man, or rather young when he experienced being a teacher in London, and of course as a council or govt employee he dared not admit being attracted to any very young girl in his class! I feel that he knew all along that Pamela a girl in his class had a crush on him; he did not need other (female) teachers to point this out to him.

It is only at the end (very near the end) that he deigns to admit that the 'little girls" were certainly not what he'd claimed they were. He dances with Pamela, and we read:

"... I was aware of her, of her soft breathing, her firm roundness, and the rhythmic moving of her thighs. She was a woman, there was no doubt about it, and she invaded my mind and body. The music ended, all too quickly..."

L. Avery

BURNING GRASS. By Cyprian Ekwensi

What a great writer Ekwensi was! He had it all, excitement, pace, suspense, and yes melodrama, which is an integral part of life, no matter what some critics might claim. A short extract from this novel shows the zippy nature of his books. Here, Sunsaye, whilst rushing along in the woods on his horse suddenly sees two naked children:

"From his robes he tore some cloth and used it to cover the naked bodies. As soon as his hands touched them, the forest shook with a resounding roar. He heard a crash through the woods. His horse shrieked wildly and broke away pursued by a lion. In one bound both beasts disappeared up the stream.

"He heard them struggle and when his horse shrieked wildly he knew what had happened. Now that his horse was dead, the lion would come rushing back at him. He looked about him for a means of escape. He saw none..."

JAILED FOR LIFE. By Kunle Ajibade

 

Another superb memoirs anchored on prison experience by an African...

Of course it is sickening to see refined minds (their corporeal bodies of course!) clamped in jail. Wole Soyinka's The Man Died (prison notes) is an everlasting visceral educational publication.  Other literary gurus like Awoonor and Ngugi have also recreated their terrible times in incarceration.

Terrible? We can imagine the basics. Loss of freedom... restricted stringently to a certain soul debasing place. No loved ones, families to lift one's spirits, unedifying unwholesome meals. No walks, no friends or even lovers to call on, horrific loneliness without the things one ordinarily takes for granted

 And those tortured in the process? The mind boggles.

And the "auxiliaries" of such restrictions: Mosquitoes, fleas, bugs, lice unlimited as debilitating insects have a field day. Rodents revelling in the nighttime...and probably during the days too. Trepidation always. Maybe chains and manacles too...

Ajibade's account of course shows that sensitive intellectual minds probably suffer most. Jailed for life - whilst being innocent. Macabre justice and scenario.  Not that the shameless "gaolers" including those involved in the pertinent "trial" and verdict did not know better. They are just pawns in the hands of the Tyrant/Dictator- Sani Abacha one of the worst "leaders" in African history....

A harrowing account...two short excerpts here: "When Mayowa (the author's 2 year old son) was eventually brought to meet me for less than 5 minutes, the boy could not recognise me. Apart from my thick beard which I was not wearing at home, pimples had already taken complete possession of my face..."

“Makurdi Prison stank. It stank of rotten flesh, of excrement, of rat urine. It stank of many mouths unwashed for many days. It stank of corruption as well"

A hair-raising, eclectic work.

- O (Eric) Bolaji