Overseas based Africans do all sorts of jobs. What
they qualified at institutions of higher education is often thrown out of the
window for mundane jobs to support families and a life that is as tough as this
March’s freezing weather, rain and snow plus shocking news of death. Anglo-European
news broadcasts were mum, but stations that beam African news (Al Jazeera, French TV 5, Africa Channel etc) did mourn the famous, esteemed Nigerian
writer’s demise, last Thursday.
I was chatting to a Tanzanian musician who once
worked at a five star London hotel.
“The place received interesting visitors; one night
boooom! In strolled two prominent African writers. They were attending a big
conference. Later we sat for a long time talking. I said to myself, Woow! I am sitting with
celebrities.”
One was the 1986 Nobel Prize For Literature winner,
Wole Soyinka; first African to scoop the coveted award since French writer Sully Prudhomme netted it in 1901.
“I could not believe I was chatting to Soyinka and
fellow Nigerian legend, Chinua Achebe. Achebe said he gets ideas to write out
of the blue, gifted by God. Because I
had told him I am a musician -and this is a side job I do to pay bills- he said
the way I compose songs is the same way a writer works.”
Chinualumogu Okafo Achebe opened doors of
international recognition for African writers. Before him were Amos Tutuola-
another Nigerian, famous for “Palm-Wine Drinkard” inspired by Yoruba folk tales
in 1952 and Swahili poet, Shaaban Robert, whose humanistic approach in 1940s
and 1950s novels is sometimes credited
for motivating ideas of Ujamaa championed by Mwalimu Nyerere.
Years ago, I read a true story narrated by Achebe. He once met the late Shaaban Robert (who died
in 1962, aged 53) but could not discuss much because the Tanzanian’s works were
all in Kiswahili. Chinua’s implication is a significant detail. Both were
brilliant writers; one a seasoned, promoter of Kiswahili literature in East
Africa; the other younger and recently published his debut novel, Things Fall
Apart. However, because Shaaban was not
writing in English (or French) he was un-acknowledged. This is ironically, still
the case; successful and prolific as he was, Ustaadh Robert is not that well
recognised compared to Chinua Achebe.
Achebe was
catapulted to stardom with the novel: Things Fall Apart, in 1958. Heinemann’s African Writers Series here in London appointed him editorial advisor in 1963.
“The first 30
titles they selected were to shape the development of African literature,”
writes James Currey on the history of AWS (Africa Writes Back, Oxford 2008), which
was crucial for literacy in African schools. The Royal African Society in London said in
2003 that Heinemann helped provide a global market for African writers like Kenya’s
Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Somali’s Nuruddin Farah, Ghana’s Ayi Kwei Armah and South
African Ezekiel Mphahlele.
Achebe was a great story teller whose talent was not
just by pen and paper. I confirmed this when I met him in 2008 at the 50 years celebration
of the publication of Things Fall Apart. Kadija Sessay of Sable Lit magazine and
promoter of literature invited us to perform music and poetry to celebrate at
London’s School of Oriental African Studies (SOAS) event because we had been
influenced by Things Fall Apart.
As the Professor spoke, I shut my eyes uncertain
whether it was him or Nelson Mandela – they have similar ways of talking- slow,
tender, witty and extremely funny. He was in a wheelchair, partially disabled,
having suffered a car accident in Nigeria in 1990. It was hard to get through
him, everyone yearned for a word, an autograph, a smile; I wanted an interview;
his agent was very protective; but, we managed to hear his tales.
Recalling how he
wrote Things Fall Apart (translated into 45 languages including Kiswahili) the
West African said he mostly listened to his people, “especially women” who were
a great source of social, historical information. Things Fall Part captures few
years preceding arrival of colonialists in Nigeria.
The title is from a poem, The Second Coming, by Irish writer, William Yeats (pictured taken by George Charles Beresford in 1911:
The title is from a poem, The Second Coming, by Irish writer, William Yeats (pictured taken by George Charles Beresford in 1911:
“Things fall apart;
the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is
loosed upon the world.”
When we were studying the book I was in form three at
Ilboru Secondary School, Arusha in 1971. Our teacher, Mrs Victoria Chitepo was
exiled wife of Zimbabwe’s Herbert Chitepo, ZANU president who would be assassinated by racists in 1975 and be replaced by Robert Mugabe.
Mama Chitepo (above in the middle, in recent times in Zimbabwe) made us understand how Achebe used metaphors, proverbs, characters, sentences and cultural references from his Igbo tribe and the way the continent would subsequently, be broken.
Mama Chitepo (above in the middle, in recent times in Zimbabwe) made us understand how Achebe used metaphors, proverbs, characters, sentences and cultural references from his Igbo tribe and the way the continent would subsequently, be broken.
In studying Achebe’s books (e.g. No Longer at Ease,
Arrow of God and A Man of the People) we really improved our English and
literacy skills. This proves the importance of having superb, thinking authors.
Thanks to that I am writing this piece today.
Also published in Citizen Tanzania
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