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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Birthday Post: Don't Leave Your Space.


As I write this, I think of aging and I wonder on the experiences that come with it. Today, I am a year older. My beards have grown; stronger and more stubborn for incessant shaving. There are so many things to talk about from the 365 days gone by, but I will not blabber about all. I am not even sure of how their details were. Times have passed and confusions have matured into what little understanding I now daily survive on. In honesty, I hate this maturity, it is a challenging one for me, one that winds on, giving only drops of fulfillments. Though, there have been many joyful seasons and my adulthood may have been sharpened by them. On those, I will begin this note. And on other jarring unfulfilled memories, I would shelf. Today, I am to reflect to advance and not bathe in the puddle of unaccomplished dreams. In this view, I would share some thoughts.

I am becoming old and more responsibilities are calling. How I desired to be ten again. Then, I had cakes, birthday pictures and naivety to go with.

Leaving the Comfort Zone – my space

Whoever said staying in a comfort zone inhibits anything worthwhile obviously needs a rethink. As applicable to my present situation, I wouldn’t take a comfort zone as that pleasurable space that encourages lassitude. Before now, I may have been subscribing to the dogma that necessarily believes a comfort zone to be a danger-zone for development. Such belief only shows a lack in the many conclusions many arrive at in finding explanations to unknown things. I do not hold self-flagellation burnishes success for anyone. A comfort zone is a personal space that allows free assemblage and recodifications of effective ideas. Leaving one’s comfort zone is a disastrous attempt that may never be recovered from. That few happen upon success only after they do away with it, is just a probability that some discomfort may stir unlikely creative performance. For me, I do not share such philosophy. I would take a thin slice from my present condition to back my claim. I just started a degree programme in some course, which noticeably, has temporarily scattered my mode of living. Now, I have to bear sharing a cramped space with others as accommodation facility on the school’s campus. You must have noticed, before now, that this blog went on forced break for months. That, only, speaks loud of the peril in forfeiting one’s comfort zone. Until holiday comes, my writing activities will have to be done in fragments. Does the end then balance the means? I should hope so just to be consoled.

Making Wishes
If I must make wishes, even when there are no cakes and candles, I would wish time and space fall into favourable places for me as I look forward to this new journey with hopeful eyes. It is my birthday and I am happy it is. Happy birthday, Joseph Omotayo.


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I am collecting some contemporary African literatures for review purpose next month, and I would need some suggestions. Drop some in the comment box.

Friday, December 3, 2010

'The Thing Around Your Neck' by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie




Adiche..., Ditch This...

Two things made me review this book: First, Adiche is one of the few authors whose trio of works I have read in close succession without much break, and going by this, I was egged on to round up the 'literary de tour' I had started with her through words. Secondly, the attraction the stand The Thing Around Your Neck occupied in the bookshop I went to do some books shopping sometime ago hooked me to the book. The mere fact that I couldn't afford the expensive price tag on it, because it was standing on a 'Best Seller' shelf, drew me more closely to the book and made me want to know what literary condiments are in it.

That her stories have always been too predicated on her centralised Igbo-plights of the Biafra civil war and Nigerian post colonial lifestyle trauma are just some of the things you would think Adichie may want to take a break from by doing a collection of short stories. This, however, may turn out not to be the case as you soon discover after reading few of the stories in the collection. The Thing Around Your Neck is a fictional, strong but intelligent rehash of Adichie's Biafra-postcolonial-elite-struggle and scrape stories of personal loss and individual realisation.


The Thing Around Your Neck is a collection of 12 stories that navigate through closely related themes and plots despite their different titles. Some are almost laboured, few are climaxed on hackneyed ends, while the rest would take you by surprise at how they tend to play with your mind and put your imagination to task.


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Reading... 10/12 stories...

CELL ONE – Have you read Gorge Orwell's 1984? The awful stories 1984's Room 101 spins and the webs of fear it weaves in the mind of whoever hears it is what Cell One is known for. Nnamabia's thieving and youthful exuberance is tamed in Cell One. His last great expedition is when he stages a burglary-theft in his parent's home to steal his mother gold pieces. Indulged Nnamabia thinks the luxury he gets as a spoilt child whose father is an academic at Nsukka University can always be extended even when he gets to prison. He manages to put up with the dehumanising condition in the prison when he is arrested on the campus for the activity he knows nothing about – cultism. When he is in prison, his academic father notices a 'positive change' about him. But when Nnamabia is transferred to CELL ONE because he speaks up for an old man who is incarcerated because his offending son cannot be found for the crime he commits and badly treated by the prison wardens for need of water to bathe, the change Nnamabia experiences afterwards is one his parents never appreciates.

ON MONDAY OF LAST WEEK – When Kamarachizuoroanyi comes to America she never expects her life to change so quickly: the conversion starts with her husband who she thinks is less manly for her as he had been when they are still live-in students' couples in Nsukka's University, the second makeover happens when she dumps her Nigerian Masters degree for babysitting job in order to rake in pittances in dollars. On the Monday of last week is when the great transformation of her life occurs. On the Monday of last week is when she starts adjusting her physical appearance to measure up with Josh's mother's who rarely comes out from her painting basement. Tracy, Josh's mother, the mother of the child she attends to, is always living in the basement where she does her painting job. The day Kamara first sees her is On Monday Of Last Week after which she begins reordering her personalities to model after what she notices about that of Tracy.

IMITATION – Just like the imitated African artefacts of the Benin mask and the Ife bronze head in Nkem's home in America, she can't  help her life from becoming the imitation of her husband's, Obiora, girlfriend when she discover he's been keeping one in Nigeria where he stays longer for his businesses' activities. In the fight of the inferiority the description of Obiora's girlfriend leaves her with, she cuts her long and beautiful hair so that she can texturize them to look the same way the girlfriend's hair is said to be. IMITATION illustrates the kind of life and social cycle Nigerian immigrants live in America; where delusions become what they call truth, where the role-models they will like imitating are the citizens that speak English so foreign from what they are used to at home and where news about home is always gotten from phones and the media.

A PRIVATE EXPERIENCE – Inter religious struggles are all the time unreasonable whenever they happen. A Christian man in Kano 'mistakenly' rides upon a Quran in Kano and instantly loses his head for it. His sin is transferred to the rest of his religion's faithful and the scampering for safety amidst stampedes sets off. This is during the time Chika and Nnedi visit their aunt in Kano. Chika misses her sister in the religious violent glee as she spends her solitary in safety with a Hausa woman who also can't find her daughter. Despite the companionship Chika and the Hausa woman try to build during the time they lock themselves up for safety; their woeful experiences still remain what would always hit them personally. Chika's search for Nnedi never succeeds. No one knows what happens to her, but the possibility that she could have been one of the charred bodies littering the street after the war cannot also be ruled out.

GHOSTS – What institution will keep her employees on hungry pensions? – Ghost. What will the survivors of war become after the war has ended? – breathing Ghosts. What will an unorganised society breed when corruption is what brings a means of survival and wealth? – Ghost makers. The story, GHOSTS, is an intertwined thematic literary piece. In its brief structure, it still hurriedly packs three themes into place. James Nwoye, a Mathematics professor, can't get his pension after his so many stopovers to ask for it. James Nwoye's wife, Ebere, is lost to fake drugs that does not kill but never heals the ailment it is used for. The Biafra civil war takes Zik, Mwoye's first daughter and child. A uniting point for Nwoye becomes the pleasure he gets from the ghostly visits of his wife who normally comes to moisturise his skin as her habit is before her death.

THE THING AROUND YOUR NECK – When she wins the visa lottery, she never knows she is to get ready for the challenges that lie ahead in the foreign land she least knows anything about save the rumours that everyone uses gun as he pleases and that the land launches one to sudden wealth. The narrator is the victim of the event she sets out to narrate. Her uncle (though her father's sister's husband) who registers her for the lottery and who she briefly stays with at her arrival in America, turns out to be a game poacher. Her uncle wants to sleep with her. It is after this she realises that America is more different from what she knows it to be. She begins her fighting for self-survival amidst it all. When she receives news of her driver-father's death months after he had been buried back home, she starts wondering what thing she must have been doing in America when her father slumps on his motor wheel.

THE ARRANGERS OF MARRIAGE – The things Chinaza Agatha Udenwa knows when she is being married off to a Nigerian US citizen are that her fortune is changing quickly for the opportunities in America and that her husband is a doctor who works in America. She is forcefully pulled out of this enchantment when she comes to America with her new husband, Ofodile Emeka Udenwa. When what stands behind the curtain of false hope is unveiled to her through her early discoveries in America, she wishes she could get back home. She is confronted with so many things to deal with and later she realises that taking an immediate flight from them all will not equip her well for the fight she will always have to struggle with while in the foreign land.

THE SHIVERING – Two events at evil close sequence happen in Nigeria: the crash of a plane inbound from Lagos to Abuja and the death of the first lady of the country. Ukamaka quivers with intense terror as she scouts around the World Wide Web for latest news on the crises from home. She is too devastated not just for the mere gloomy circumstances that shroud her country, Nigeria, but for the sake that her newly ex-fiancé might have boarded the same plane, since he is to attend a wedding function in Abuja. She gains succour when homosexual and religious fanatic Chinedu joins her to mourn the crises that have befallen their nation. At the beginning of Chinedu's closeness to Ukamaka, the reader's mind may be tempted to believe that Chinedu's sympathy may not be after all sincere; that he might want to use that as a trick to get Ukamaka's attention. The later revelation that Chinedu is a gay with a break-up relationship with a man in Nigeria as a proof shatters every previous thoughts one must have nurtured about the character's trait. As unfamiliar as the homosexual matter is with the setting of Nigeria's fiction, Adichie  tells the story with the confidence of one that cannot be muffled easily.

THE AMERICAN EMBASSY - This story is a dramatic relief of some sort; a breather from the rest of the homo-matted themes of civil-war and immigrant struggle concoctions. Though, it is not that the story is entirely stainless clean from the vibrating subject matter that rings throughout the collection. The technique and the personalised mood and tone with which the story is told sets it out as my best. Through the memory flashes of the lead character of the story, everything is uncovered. Ugonna is shot for his father's sin. His father is one of the editors of a print media (The New Nigeria) who heartily speaks against the callous administration of Abacha. Before Ugonna's father can be clamped upon by the sent messengers of death from those he fights with journalistic words, he is ferried across the border to seek asylum. The narrator recounts her ordeal as she queues to get a visa to join her husband in America. The visa she eventually never collects as she walks out on the embassy officer in frustration.


JUMPING MONKEY HILL – Jumping Monkey Hill is a story in a story. Jumping Monkey Hill in Cape Town is the venue of the writing residency in which Ujunwa Ogundu takes part with some other African writers. The participants are to write a story each, which is to be ready for review and scrutiny at the end of the first week of the two-week writing residency. Though Ujunwa never believes in fiction as being any sort of therapy when she says she will never write about the hurt her father causes her, the story she later writes at the residency turns out to be the crises she has faced in her parents' frosty relationship, the marital dishonesty of her father and the travails of a female job seeker. She writes about a character called Chioma, whose first interview when she goes in search of jobs only requires her breasts as 'job pass' for the job. Chioma later secures a job in the banking sector but informally resigned when she refuses to be Alhaji's (a big affluent man who promises a big deposit to her bank if she becomes his banking wife) plaything. But when Ujunwa's story is refused at the writing residency because it is perceived as "agenda writing", she is quick to tell the organiser, Edward, what part she leaves out to make her story slightly different from what really happen to her as a banker in Lagos.

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Adichie..., Dished this...

Adichie never disappoints in this regard; she goes into the psychology of Nigerians in Diaspora, she explores their pains, struggles and travails. Adichie celebrates their struggle and praises their determination and courage. Her words are strong and her thinking deep.  She, like the people in her stories, must have passed through or witnessed some of the things talked about. She clings to her roots so tenaciously that all you get to see are Igbo characters and Biafra experiences. She needs to be more Nigerian and spread her narrative across the country. This, however, does not take anything away from the freshness of the stories told. She writes them well.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Heart to Mend

'A Heart to Mend' by MYNE WHITMAN

You will be mistaken if you think Myne Whitman's literary birthing, A Heart to Mend, is among the charade of romantic novels that could always be predicted with the end of '... and they live happy ever  after'. The unusual writing confidence that exudes in this romantic novel is observed as the different plots in it are independent of their messages built on different themes and conflicts. The inspiring aspect of the novel is how it dances around themes that only tilt to the main message of a stormy romantic encounter as seen in the lives and times of the two major characters, Edward and Gladys. As unfamiliar as the Nigerian literary scene is with the genre of Romance that Myne Whitman seems to walk shoulder high in, the author still undoubtedly tailors her messages through the prism of versatile writing skill. With this, the reader is tethered to the curiosity to know what the outcome of the climax will be and how each character that is connected with the conflict survives what definitely will become the aftermath. Questions will battle for answers to know:  Where Aunty Isioma's sudden disposition of favour towards her niece, Gladys, will lead to? Will Gladys ever give in to the pressure of Edward's pre-marital sexual advances? How will Edward be able to weather through the take-over crisis in Bestman Company without depleting the harmony in his relationship with Gladys? What is the purpose of Edward's former foster parents, Mr and Mrs Okrika, for resurfacing to open the can of worms that has been long covered? Why is Gladys tarred with the same brush as the detractors of Bestman Company? The story is foremost a written-capture of the life, struggle and the love affairs of Edward and Gladys, which choose no other path than to ride unsteadily on the storms that characterise their lives.

This is not just a piece that buys room for the vapidity of stilted narration that only awkwardly centres on romance; it is a literature that reflects our fears and desires through the different traits and voices of the characters.

MARKS AND GASHES:

It is a deskilling effort when Myne Whitman cluttered the book with conversations that are purely of the terminologies used in the Stock Exchange sector. Though it shows a glaring in-depth knowledge the author has about the activities of the sector, it rather makes the reader feel bored and lumbered with just flipping the pages till when it gets to where stories that are importantly knotted to the main message that concerns the main characters are. However, this situation is later rescued by the strong suspense that holds the heart of the reader bound. The effectiveness of the technique, the strong suspense, is in how it is used at the brink between the conflict and the climax of the story.

What one should always look out for in a book is not only the knowledge of what will become of the characters, but  when a writer goes at some extra lengths at educating the reader of things, places and cultures which the reader wouldn't have assessed without the book, then, the book becomes more endearing as a priceless jewel. The broad-ranging and cosmopolitan intelligence of Myne Whitman makes her to breeze through the descriptions of places, especially the places and activities that blatantly depict Lagos in the book.

 

SETTINGS:

The book is set between two significant eras in Nigeria history – the time when socio-economic activities of her populace are muddled up before the advent of technology and the season when Nigeria seems to be taking the world of intercontinental business by storm with the cutting edge technology that makes information gathering easier. Aunty Isioma's marital woes and the strain it put in the relationship that exists between her and her brother's family wouldn't have been if there had been a mobile technology that guarantees easy communication. She indeed confesses to this situation in the revealing discourse between her and her niece, Gladys:

 

"I tried all I could to make him (Aunty Isioma's husband) change his mind, but he was unwavering on the issue. I had to choose between him and the children and your family. There was nothing I could do even if I wanted to. I had no money I could have sent to your family or any way to send it. It was a very tense period; he monitored and even restricted my movements and calls. Of course there was no email or mobile phones in the eighties."

 

Gladys is able to transport the message of her new job to her mother in Enugu all the way from Lagos on the spur of the moment when she receives the letter of her appointment from Zenon Oil.

 

''Gladys moved between the sentry palms into the dining room, taking her mobile phone from her jeans pocket at the same time and punching in her mother's number.

"Mama, it is me, good evening."

"E'hem, how are you?"...

"I got the job Mama."

 

The book is geographically set between Nigeria, London, New York and Barbados. The topographic descriptions of these places are just awesome. The ambience Skyline view of Victoria Island in Lagos, the ferry ride at the upper deck in Manhattan in New York, the touristy experience of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island are just aptly detailed.

 

THEMES:

 

Deception & Comeuppance: 'Where there is muck there is brass' is the philosophy of Mr Odusote, the expert broker, who sees nothing wrong in enriching himself on the ignorance of others. He is always badgering Edward, intercepting him at every occasion, sending mails back and forth and starting up unscheduled meetings, just on the need to use the clout Bestman Group has as a listing company to carry out his (Mr Odusote) illegal reaping of the market when the fruit is ripe. He is punished in his own tricks after his plan with Chief Okrika to take over the management of Bestman Group from Edward falls through, breaking into rubbles of regret and financial loss. Mr Okrika is also paid in his vices when he eats a humble pie as the recording of the secret and expository conversation he had with Gladys, which proofs that he is the one behind the take-over crisis, is played to him. Chief Okrika is tricked by the informant, Edward's secretary, who is the conduit that readily leaks the in-house activities of Bestman Group to Mr Okrika. Mrs Okrika's repercussion catches up with her when Chief Okirika knows the truth behind her disgust for Edward.

 

Chauvinism & Frailty: Aunty Isioma's life in marriage is a perfect depiction of male chauvinism and female-marital frailty. Her awful story with her husband lucidly shows that the worst slavery that has ever happened to humanity is the one that occurs silently between weak and strong partners in various homes. Aunty Isioma is restricted by her husband not to step a foot near her brother, Gladys' father, when he was sick. Aunty Isioma's husband makes an effort as far as cutting his wife off her friends, monitoring her calls, and deceiving their children after her brother later dies that all what is left of what represent their mother's family are gone. Two options is given to her; 'it's either she chooses to stay with the children and the subsisting marriage or break up and stay with her brother'. She only regains her freedom after her husband passes on. Hers is the deep portrayal of the male superiority complex that gravely rocks homes.

 

  • I must confess that my belief of reading a purely ubiquitous Love Story in this book was totally proved to be a misconception after the reading. The book is an array of events that could easily happen to Me and You. Please, amidst your books on the shelves and reading desks, meld A Heart to Mend with them, so that whenever anybody asks if you have got A Heart to Mend, you would answer truthfully.

 

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