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Why Embarrass Chimamanda?

  I saved this photo of Chief Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie since the day she was confered with the chieftaincy title, Odeluwa Abba. I had since wanted to add my voice to the eulogies but merely writing “Congratulations Ichie Odeluwa nke mbu n’ Abba” would have been lame and as you know, “I don’t do regular”. Infact, aunty Chi wouldn’t forgive me if I only wrote that. I know! So this morning, an article I shared on Facebook exactly two years ago popped up on my timeline and as I read through, my creative juice started popping sweetly. I wrote the article in question shortly after Chimamanda revealed why she stopped attending the Catholic Church in Nigeria. She cited too much fundraising and money talk as her reason. And truly, not a few of us are on that very table. But na suffering and smiling tins. For speaking up for us though, the parish priest at her village church did the unthinkable. On the solemn occasion of her late mother’s outing service, the priest stood on the altar and thoroughly embarrassed the globally acclaimed author before the entire congregation for daring to speak her truth. “O gwakasili ya aru, eziokwu”. But, WHY EMBARRASS CHIMAMANDA when all she did was be the voice of average people who sometimes go hungry because they emptied their pockets in church? For real life reference, my neighbor in church once cried out over frequent calls for offering in a hilarious yet thought provoking manner. He said, “ndi uka sef, unu ga eji uzo di iche iche kapucha mmadu ego niile di ya n’akpa”. Smiling, he displayed the remaining two N500 notes left with him as the church warden approached to collect money. “I think it’s better not to come to church with cash anymore,” the man told the church warden. “We also have POS”, the church warden responded smiling. Both men laughed it off. Sadly, it’s the same pattern in most churches. Personally, I came to a point where I am never under compulsion to give neither do I give grudgingly just to save face. Which face am I saving? The person who’s unashamedly forcing another to give should take the shame, not me for Pete’s sake. Ah ah! The last time a lady tried it with me, I made sure that she will never try it again. Must I buy harvest magazine just because they gave you a target? No, it’s your problem and not mine. What really irked me was the way she made it seem like her right saying, “but it’s just N500”. “Aunty, you are a banker na. Pay for it and distribute to us free of charge then.” Well, the church reserves the right to announce needs and sell stuff but compelling people to comply is unholy. The force element must not be inferred or expressed. For all that she went through just to speak up for us on this matter, Chimamanda deserves the additional title of ‘Okwuluwa’. Shine on, nnukwu Ada Anambra. Congratulations Ichie Odeluwa nke mbu n’ Abba. ~Ify Aronu-Okafor

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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: My Yardstick Of Greatness by Ebube Ezeadum.

Once I told my friends that Chimamanda Adichie was the sweetheart I had longed to be with. I remember swearing to them that if I were her classmate, at least, I would do whatever I had to do no matter what it took, just to be by her side always. It wasn’t all the romantic relationship stuffs per se. The fact was that I just would never stand staying away from a walking gold mine like her – and I refer to the beauty her brain oozes out in every words her heart says in her works. Mrs. Adichie is beyond a great Nigerian writer to me – she was the star that lit my night even when she never knew she did. To buttress my descriptive outburst, let us go back to the time when the moon and stars had not yet seen a human competitor, back when Nigeria, our country, was only a 17-year-old teenager…    Early Life of Chimamanda Adichie  Born to James Nwoye Adichie and Grace Ifeoma Adichie, Chimamanda first inhaled earth’s air on the 15th day of September, 1977. She was the penultimate child of six fruitful shots her father gave to her mother. She was born in Enugu State, in the eastern part of Nigeria. Reports has it that she had been an enthusiastic reader since she was 10-year-old, and just as I sucked motivation from her straw of inspiration, she too had been sparked by Chinua Achebe’s novel Things Fall Apart.    This wonderful lady was probably one of those whose mindset had been wrongly set to the fact that if you were extremely intelligent, then Medicine and Surgery as a course would be perfect for you. But heavens be praised that she soon realized that error and made effort to take the bend into the pathway that led to the discovery of her true destiny. It all began when a negative situation in Nigeria – the rampant academic strikes lecturers embarked upon – prompted her to leave the country. This, together with the low rate of employment experienced even by graduates, were most likely the trigger for her forfeiting her medical school and going for communication and political science in Drexel University, Philadelphia. It was only a short while before she transferred to Eastern Connecticut State University so she could secure a level of proximity with her sister Uche, a medical practitioner in Coventry. Chimamanda is known to have bagged a bachelor’s degree with the distinction of summa cum laude (Latin for the greatest praise or honorary award). She kept rolling the wheel of determination and discipline until she was awarded with a master’s degree in creative writing at John Hopkins University and a Master of Arts degree in African studies from Yale University in 2003 and 2008 respectively.    Her Works and Accomplishments   When this brain beauty was still in the University of Nigeria running her course in Medicine and Pharmacy, she probably began her formal literary work as an editor of The Compass, a magazine which was managed by the Catholic Medical Students of the university.       In 1997, Chimamanda got her collection of poems, titled “Decisions,” published. And a year late, she released her first play which she called “For Love of Biafra.” Adichie was shortlisted for the Caine Prize in the year 2002 for her short story “You in America.” She also won, in 2003, the O. Henry Award for “the American Embassy” and the 2002/2003 edition of the David T. Wong International Short Story Prize.  Shortlisted for the Orange Prize for Fiction in the year 2004 was her maiden novel “Purple Hibiscus” which was published the year earlier (2003). In 2005, the same book got recognition by the Commonwealth Writer’s Prize as the Best First Book that year.  Her second novel, Half of a Yellow Sun, which centered around Biafra and the civil war, was born in the year 2006 and by the next year, the book got its own Orange Prize for Fiction award. The book, Half of A Yellow Sun, became a “script” for a movie directed by Biyi Bandele which bore the same name title.   This relentless superstar didn’t relent, her third book, Americanah was a blast. Not only was it chosen as one of the 10 Best Books of 2013, it was also selected as the overall winning novel for the “One Book, One New York” program.    This Nigerian wonder woman did not only excel at pen and paper work, but also, had lips which were as sharp as her fingers. She has and still delivers numerous speeches at universities here in Nigeria and abroad. She is also known for the popular speech she gave at a TEDx program “the danger of a single story” which has earned millions of views globally.    There are just so much more about this queen. What I have spoken about Chimamanda here is comparable to an “insignificant fraction” of all the achievements she had acquired. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie has achieved so much more than one could possibly count. But from the encounters I have had through her books, I can gently conclude that she is the mother of my writing child, the spark of my writing escapade and the blood that supplies my fingers with the inspiration to dance. In short, she is the love of my writing life!    Ebube Ezeadum wrote in via ezeadumebube@gmail.com

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Chimamanda’s French question as a metaphor for educational revolution.

@ikhide: Interesting how Western liberals react with outrage and condescension whenever an African thinker departs from liberal orthodoxy and tries to think for him or herself; witness the troubles Adichie and Ngugi have been in for daring to have independent views on contemporary issues. The above tweet which I came across this morning got me thinking. Is it that Western liberals who by the way often lay claim to championing globalisation and equality believe it must be achieved on their own terms? or that Africans are unwilling to take a stand and grab the bull by its horns to emancipate ourselves from the shackles of the slave mentality? At the Night of ideas event which held at the prestigious Quai d’Orsay Paris, home of the Foreign Ministry, a French journalist had asked our globally acclaimed Chimamanda if Nigeria has bookstores. A question which did not go down well with the award-winning author and outspoken feminist.  In a typical manner, her response was predictable “I think it reflects very poorly on French people that you have to ask me that question,” she quipped. Whether Caroline Broué was ignorant or just being mischievous is anyone’s guess, but that has taken the backstage. The discourse elicited by the uncanny exchange is now centred on racism and colonial prejudices. Expectedly many Nigerians took to the social media to hurl expletives at the lady, she was labelled arrogant, insolent, ignorant and of course racist. For me, however, the issue presents an opportunity for us to critically interrogate the dwindling reading culture which by extrapolation is responsible for the falling standard of education we have in our society currently. Not long ago I discussed a tweet about Nigeria’s unemployment problems on my facebook wall. Agreed we have unemployment problem which appears to be well known, but we have even a bigger problem of unemployability because of the low educational standards. Can we honestly put side by side many of today’s graduates with those of the 70s and 80s? of course not. Growing up as secondary school students in the coal city, we were always excited to visit Prince  Bookshops opposite UNEC gate or the National Library both of which were walking distances from CIC. Memories of Marvel, Tiger and Speed, Western Comics remain evergreen just like the hardcover series of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and many others endure. A common phrase from one of my extramural class teachers back then was that “exceptional intellectuals are usually products of libraries”. That line ultimately resulted in the acquisition of novels as bragging rights and has never departed my consciousness in the quest for more knowledge till date. Today our national libraries spread across the country are in such deplorable state that many are hardly recognisable. Whatsmore, besides the silly excuse of convoluted bureaucracy, a larger portion of the meagre funds for these libraries when eventually released often end up in the pockets of those in charge. I can vividly recollect watching the protest staged by the Workers of the National Library of Nigeria last October. They ‘ve obviously had enough of the stalling and poor financial allocation to a project which commenced close to 20 years ago. Who would have believed that our National Library in Abuja is still on a rented property? What a shame! How did we get here one is often forced to ask. It is partly because successive governments have failed to meet the UN recommended budgetary allocation for bridging the educational funding gap in developing countries. With a Minister of Education who publicly claimed to have inquired about the ‘much-touted’ 26% budgetary benchmark on education from UNESCO and discovered it was false, one can rightly say that the danger signal is definitely lost on this government. Mr Adamu did not deem it wise to state the figure he got from his ignominious inquiry but rather chose to defend the 7% allocation which was far below the actual UN figure of 15-20%. The problem is also worsened by a populace that continues to relegate the importance of a reading culture that once motivated top-notch authors like Achebe and publishers like Macmillan. These two gave us Things Fall Apart and the unforgettable collection of pacesetter novels respectively. The focus nowadays is on getting a certificate by any possible means. Most students are willing to do just about anything to pass their exams. Unfortunately, many parents across the nation largely support this oddity. At the University of Cardiff, the library was where you spent the most time after classes. It is an integral part of your life as a student. I recollect that back in the 80s freshmen in Nigerian universities normally go through an induction process where they are acquainted with the library and the discipline that comes with it. I doubt the number of our universities that still practice it now. That perhaps explains my surprise when I met an undergraduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University buying a lot of old African novels in a bookstore at the temporary site. From our little chit-chat, I gathered that she was studying English which typically required a lot of reading. However, it was gladdening to learn that having come from a background where reading is a habit, some of the books were not recommended coursework but just for her reading pleasure. Of course, there is a global decline in the reading culture. All thanks to the digital technology age we find ourselves in, but what are we doing as a nation to curb the trend? The only public Library in Awka South Local Government located in Amawbia is derelict whereas there are libraries spread across the counties (the equivalent of LGAs) in Ireland. For instance, Cork City with a population of just over a hundred thousand people has at least 7 public libraries and many other private ones. The bookstores? Oh, there are hundreds of them at the city centre excluding the online ones. It is also sad that our environment is generally

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