As
the world mourns Professor Chinua Achebe, as I sit in grief moping
about the loss of a man who, outside of my father, has been one of the
most influential men in my life, my thoughts keep straying strangely to
Flora Nwapa and that book of hers, Efuru that I fell in love with over
and over again. Nwapa (nee Nwakuche died in 1993 I believe). And Buchi
Emecheta. As a child growing up in the police barracks and the cities, I
witnessed heart-wrenching marital and child abuse, of women and
children who had no voices to fight back. When I read Emecheta's Second
Class Citizen, I felt better, I felt like there was someone who could
speak truth to power. Emecheta is not the greatest of writers but she
sang the only way she knew how. As we mourn Achebe, I rise to salute a
great woman who spoke back to the men of my father's generation and gave
it to them, blow by blow. Buchi Emecheta, you are a true pioneer and
trail blazer. And you are my Virginia Woolf. *applause*
*cycles away
slowly*
- Ikhide
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