Obituary: Harry Garuba
Toyin Falola
We lost the outstanding poet, great essayist, and famous literary figure. Professor Garuba was full of talents. Very well known in the literary world, his voice started to echo at Ibadan, crossing the Atlantic, and then detouring to South Africa where he and Professor Kole Omotoso—his fellow Akure citizen—joined in the transformation of the South African academy. Harry Garuba, Nuruddin Farah (nominated multiple times for the Nobel Prize) and Amina Mama (the preeminent feminist scholar) once hosted me. The conversations were elaborate. Harry and I plotted one more time to push Nuruddin for the Nobel. No luck, but the omission is a major one, similar to that of Achebe and wa Thiong’o. The University of Cape Town was a great place to be. Fast forward—Harry and his colleagues were to appoint me to their Faculty as an Honorary Professor.
We invited Harry to Austin for a semester where we interacted intensely. He was a theorist with a limitless pool of knowledge. His lectures were well received. I cannot reproduce his laughter. Glued to his face was his signature smile. Only a hand was free at a time, the other holding a cigarette.
The transformation that preoccupied Harry created the path to our last meeting in Johannesburg. Professor Adekeye Adebajo, the distinguished political scientist and eminent public intellectual, brought many of us together at the Institute of Pan-African Thought and Conversation on August 18th and 19th 2018 to dialogue on “Curriculum Transformation in the Humanities.” My memory does not fail me in matters such as this. Harry spoke on the Heinemann African Writers’ Series. At lunch time, we sat together where I told him about a manuscript he had not read, the dissertation of Bode Ibironke of Rutgers on that same Series, subsequently published by Palgrave (Remapping African Literature). And of course, a reminder about his long-awaited book which he was always agonizing about its completion. “There was no death on his face,” as the Yoruba would say.
I had planned to see him in the coming weeks. Not anymore. Harry was a secularist. I don’t know what he would say if I ask God to invite him to His side, but I seek this assurance. Harry lived a glorious life.
Harry had passion and zeal for poetry, the amazing source of his strength.
He loved words, the spring of his awesome inspiration.
He was both humane and urbane, his warmth and divine protection.
When I wanted to tease him, I would call him Haruna. “I am Harry, not Haruna!” he would object.
Harry, I would ask, “what is the difference between file and Fali?”
Haruna, you did well on earth.
Harry, your mission has been accomplished.
Harry will continue to be with us.
Harry would object but I will pray anyway:
Ya Allah,
please remove all the pride and arrogance from my heart,
forgive my major and minor sins and
make me worthy to jannah.
Sleep well, great mind.
TF
Toyin Falola
Department of History
The University of Texas at Austin
104 Inner Campus Drive
Austin, TX 78712-0220, USA
Dr BioDun J Ogundayo
I shall stand here alone
Through this long blighted night
I will neither sing nor
Dance but listening to
The murmur of the
Ebbing waters I shall
Weave my little web of
Dreams beneath the shadows
Cast by these dead iroko trees.
Harry Garuba, RIP😭😭😭
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Ogunfolakan Adisa
I remember how we used to go for lunch and how I visited him when his Family came to join him! Well, ‘awa’ye aiku kan ko si, gbogbo wa l’ao re’wale!
