Showing posts with label Nigeria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nigeria. Show all posts

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Things Fall Apart :: A Book Review


This is the book I read - a borrowed photocopied version from the
streets of Freetown, Sierra Leone.
This is the original cover from 1958.

"Things Fall Apart" by Chinua Achebe
with Introduction and Notes by Aigboje Higo.

Genre: Historical fiction, based on true events.
First Publishing Date: 1958
Country of Origin: Nigeria

“The white man is very clever. He came quietly and peaceably with his religion. We were amused at his foolishness and allowed him to stay. Now he has won our brothers, and our clan can no longer act like one. He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.” 
- Chapter 20

This book is an absolute African classic. Chinua Achebe is one of the most popular novelist to come out of Africa and his work is world renown. Things Fall Apart take place in lower Nigeria in the 1890s and sketches a picture of the historic clash between Nigeria’s white colonial government and the traditional culture of the indigenous Igbo people. Achebe has become renowned throughout the world as a father of modern African literature and had the aims of giving the reader fuller understanding of the Igbo people and, in so doing, giving voice to an underrepresented and exploited since the story was only told from the whiteman's prespective.

The main character in the book, Okonkwo, is introduced to the reader immediately as a very respected and rich warrior of the Umuofia clan. This clan is part of alower Nigerian tribe that is part of a group of nine  separate yet connected villages. His father, Unoka, who has passed away was the total opposite and it kills him inside. He was a coward and very poor – this drove Okonkwo to never settle for anything other than the very best. His eldest is a boy of 12 years named Nwoye. Okonkwo is worried his son will be lazy and end up like his father, thoughts like this consume his conscious at times and it drives him to  be an extremely strict and heartless father. Okonkwo has three wives and several children. 

The story goes on rapidly, moving from one thing to another as Achebe dives deeper into the main characters and the plot of the story. The way this man writes is unreal. For someone like myself, who loves to learn about the way other people thinks, live, beliefs, culture, traditions, worship etc, I find this book extraordinarily descriptive. He says so much in so few words. You almost feel like at times it’s a anthropological historical book. I loved that part! There is one time, where a man has brought Okonkwo several pots of palm wine for some sort of celebration or just a nice jester. As tradition Okonkwo calls in his wives to try the wine. In the order that each of them were married (the first wife then second and lastly third), they all received just one drink of wine from Okonkwo’s calabash. Each wife knelt as she accepted and left the room immediately after trying it. He also describes the   importance of giving thanks to their ancestors and their different gods and goddesses. Like Ani for example, the earth goddess. To give thanks to Ani there is an annual “Feast of the New Yam” before every harvest. It’s believe that this must be preformed otherwise the harvest will not be good.  

Suddenly, the story takes 180 and Okonkwo has been kicked out of his clan due to serious traditional rules. No one wanted to see him go, but it was the way of the land. He started from scratch in his Mother’s homeland. This is when the first rumors of Whiteman was spread throughout the land. People were not concerned at this point. But, sooner or later, after they allowed them to build churches on their land and live amongst them – all the clans realized their were in grave danger. Soon, clans start falling apart as the Whiteman gains more and more control. Soon they bring in their own government from Britain which prosecutes the Igbo people for things the whiteman has deemed ‘unlawful’ but things they have done their entire lives. Okonkwo is finally allowed back in his village after 7 years of exile. He is shocked at bitter about the changes he sees and mostly the passivity of his brothers. Being who he is, he stood up to one of the whitemen and ended up killing him believing that his brothers would join in and they would go to war to defend their land. No one joined him. When the  British District Attorney of that area came to sentence Okonkwo to death………. You will just have to read it to find out the rest!!

I recommend this book for several reasons: 

1. How many of you guys have read a book about Africa BY and African? 

2. Achebe writes eloquently and brings to life the way these people lives. Its always healthy for people to step outside of their own life and their own habits to see the way others see things. You know, walk a mile in their shoes. 

3. It’s short. Like not a couple pages short, but seriously short for such an epic story. You can finish it in one day. Or if you are busy, like seriously busy, a week. 


Buy it here!! 

Starting at only ONE PENNY for a used copy!



Sunday, January 15, 2012

Trans West Africa: Nigeria and Cameroon

Nigeria
The worlds most corrupt country yet it's full of the worlds most beautiful people.
We anticipated trouble at the border, and we were right! Instead of entering near Lagos and having to drive through Africa's largest city, we took a more northern route and went through a much smaller border town. The officers accused all of us of having fraudulent Nigerian Visas and said that they were not in order. My visa said that it was valid for entry until Dec 10th which was the day we entered. I noticed this date while in Bamako, Mali and went to the Nigerian embassy there. They assured me that I would be able to enter on Dec 10th but not a day after. But, the officers at the border told me that it had expired. There was no getting around this one. After sitting in the dingy border crossing station, I was summoned by a few officers. They told me I had to talk to their commander. Alone, I followed them down a dark hallway, out of the building and through some tall grass. We entered a house, it was the commander's house. He was sitting on his couch, in his whitey-tities, watching television. I was mortified and terrified. As I sat small in a chair I began to think of all the things that could happen to me. My mind raced. He asked me, "What seems to be the problem miss?" I went on to explain the trouble I was having...my visa entry date says Dec 10th, I double checked at the Nigerian embassy in Mali to make sure it was valid. He then asked me to stay with him and be his friend, I politely declined. After a bribe of $30 and a paper beaded necklace from Uganda, I was allowed to enter the country. The rest of the group for the OK to enter, and we drove on to Abeokuta on the Ogun River.
Then we started our 3 day trip towards Abuja, the capital city.
Osun Sacred Forest

Bush camping was beautiful. Driving was horrendous.

In Abuja, we camped in the back of a Sheraton Hotel! Abuja was huge and had a great market. I got a lot of gifts there, and even stunning abstract painting!!!
View from our campsite in the back of the hotel.
There were speculations about safety before we even entered Nigeria (a lot of fighting caused by extreme Muslim groups calling for Sharia law). Our plan was to head north towards Jos and Yankari National Park, but after reading about the recent bombings we changed our mind and headed towards the Afi Mountains early.
An important habitat for wildlife, this fantastic wildlife sanctuary protects a number of threatened and endangered species, including the rare Cross River Gorilla and Drill Monkey. Check out how cool they look:
What gorgeous animals! We left the Drill Ranch Moneky Sanctuary and headed towards Calabar. Calabar wasn't on out itinerary, but since we didn't go to Jos and Yankari National Park we had extra time. Calabar is in the Cross River State (very south) and was a very lively city. Paul and I walked around all day! We spent 2 days there, I even got some clothes made for me. I was able to check out a little bit of the famous "Calabar Festival" that is an annual holiday type celebration (for an entire month!!) Calabar is one place I would love to go back to in Nigeria...it didn't have the craziness and unwariness of other cities in the country.

Leaving Nigeria in the dust, we headed out on the infamous Cameroonian Jungle road....

Cameroon
Thank goddess we were traveling during the dry season, because this road is impassable during parts of the year. Pictures won't do justice, there were pot holes larger than our truck! We had to drive in and drive out of the pot holes. I could stand in them, and they were over my head!!
Cameroon also has some of the most amazing tropical rainforest in Africa and this gives a perfect insight into how quickly the  rainforests of the world are being destroyed. Deforestation is happening faster here than in the Amazon Jungle.
Paul on an early morning hike on the Jungle Road.
During our trip, the Chinese were in the middle of building a tarmac highway from Nigeria to Cameroon so that this jungle road could be avoided. After many nights of bush camping we finally arrived in the beautiful beach town of Limbe. We camped in the parking lot of Seme Beach Hotel, they even had a spa! Paul and Rito climbed Mount Cameroon (Largest mountain in West Africa, 5th tallest in all of Africa). I watched from the ocean :)




Moving on via Douala, we went to Kribi, another beach town, for Christmas.

Merry Christmas (palm tree with gifts)!
Our group trip was over, but our flight didn't leave for another couple of weeks, we we went back to Limbe to relax on the beach and explore a bit more. One afternoon, Paul and I went to the Limbe Wildlife Center which has connections with the Drill Ranch Moneky Sanctuary in the Afi Mountains of Nigeria. It was much smaller, but much more easily accessible for visitors. Inside of the wildlife center, I saw a sign for "milkshakes"! I thought...milkshakes!? IN AFRICA!? I'm in!! It was here, at ARNE's Restaurant in Limba, Cameroon, that Paul and I met owners Ryan and Erika, who would be bringing us back to Cameroon on our next adventure in 2013.