A Not-So Careul Rant on Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. Chiedozie Ude

Well, straight to my rant. I’ll drop something more detailed whenever my spirit tells me to.

Things Fall Apart is seen as a prototype book that aptly portrays the lives of Africans before the coming of the colonial masters and even during the colonial era. Therefore, many critics regard it as a historical fiction.

Achebe, masterfully, tells the African story from an African perspective. Before this book was written, we had so many stereotypic works about Africa that were written by Europeans. These works described Africa as a savage place that housed lawless black people. A typical example of one of such books is Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. Because of these European depictions of Africa, it became important for us Africans to tell our own story; and in my opinion, Achebe did that through Things Fall Apart.

This story narrates the saga of Okonkwo, the protagonist. Okonkwo typifies a traditional African man who believes in toxic masculinity. No wonder he loathes his father and everything his father epitomises because his father is his foil. This theme of masculinity is further reinforced in the way Okonkwo treats Nwoye. Sadly, this treatment of Nwoye was to force Nwoye to accept the Christian missionaries. Also, it is owing to the fact that Okonkwo hated anything feminine that made him kill Ikemefuna.

Okonkwo, despite being a flawed character, has some admirable qualities. He is hardworking and prosperous. He symbolises the indigenous African resilient spirit; the spirit that helps us thrive under hardship. According to the narrative, the odds were against Okonkwo, but he still found a way to succeed. Thus, he also deserves our admiration. Therefore, we can say that he represents the prosperous nature of Africa before the coming of the colonial masters.

The book also covers a lot of traditional Igbo practices such as the New Yam Festival, the Masquerade Event, and the Wrestling Event. With these events, Achebe seeks to show the richness of the Igbo culture as against the erroneous belief that Africans only practiced barbaric cultures.

Also important to talk about is the genre of the novel. This book falls under historical tragedy. The tragedy perspective is totally valid because it show how the coming of the whites completely destroyed our way of life. Of course, for things to fall apart, there has to be a cataclysmic event. In this case, the destructive event is colonialism. To simply put it, Achebe aims to tell the story deculturisation of Africa by Europe. He does this by narrative the story of his tragic-hero, Okonkwo, who despite his zeal to do what he feels is right, possesses several flaws that are Illuminated by several factors β€” modernization, colonialism, fear, tradition, to name a few. These flaws ultimately lead to his downfall. By extension, the flaws symbolically represent the flaws in the traditional African society that made it possible for the colonial masters to conquer and enslave Africans. Surely, the decision of the district commissioner to write the story of the life of Okonkwo in a single paragraph helped to strengthen the argument that this book is a tragedy.

So, in terms of form and content, Things Fall Apart deserves to be celebrated. It simply presents the lives of Africans before and during colonialism. Let me stop the rant here.

“Pen” by Providence Wright

I am grateful to the pen
For it has been my companion.
I am grateful to the ink
For it has been my joy all long,
My love and my Ken

I am grateful to the pen
For it understands my deepest thoughts.
I am grateful to the ink,
For its aroma is my muse
My love and my Ken.

I am grateful to the pen
For it speaks for me
I am grateful to the ink
For it voices out my complains,
My love and my Ken.

I will forever be grateful to the pen
For it will never leave me
I will forever be grateful to the ink
For its mark never dies,
And my works will speak forever.

Beckoning! By Providence Wright

Juliet!
Your Romeo in disguise awaits.
Rapunzel!
Speedy horses at your tail’s hair.
Cinderella!
Answer to the call of your fragile shoe.
Mistresses, respond to affection quickly!
Your skins’ crack cannot be stopped.
Mirror mirror, tells of their dimming eyes.
Menopause’s arrival is near.
Your dreadful womb is weak.
Make amendments to your doting constitutions.

No time! By Providence Wright

No time is what they say
But they create time for pleasures.
No time is what they say
But sleep, food and work doesn’t elude them.
We create time for what we love.

No time is what they say
But they possess wristwatches and hang wall clocks.
No time is what they say
But they construct timetables in schools,
And have a calendar for the year
We create time for important things.

No time is what they say
But success and failure is determined by it.
No time is what they say
But the rich and the poor understand its usefulness.
We create time for wealth.

God, look at this ungrateful creature you called man.
He complains of not having me
While I rest in his bosom always.
He doesn’t see my usefulness until when late.
I have been shared equally to them
But they throw me away ignorantly and give complains.
Sheer wastefulness!
I remain sheer and indispensable to mankind!

“No longer a child” by Providence Wright

Childhood is freedom
It is peace
It’s a world of no worries
Just expectations and laughter

The tears dropped from the eye of the child tastes like salt
A sweetness derived only from it
His bulging belly, true sign of carefreeness

Many more years later…

Why was I created?
Asked the child; no longer a child
I didn’t beg for it
Or even if
I would have loved to stay young

I cry endlessly
My sufferings are incessant
I toil and my tears are no longer sweet
My paunch has disappeared

I want to die
This place has nothing to offer
Just lies when growing
And defeat when grown;
I want my youthfulness back!

Adulthood is bondage
I’m afraid to say
The only peacefulness in it is more and more worries
All expectations gloomy
Darkness has its stand

I have no choice but to live
In this death I was born into
I’m no longer a child
All wishful thinking should die
I’m no longer a child
I’ll exist forever in the world of men.

“After You” by Providence Wright

When the world disappoints
And friends leave,
Putting my joy in abyss,
When families cast out
And mother hens forget their chicks,
I will run after you.

When the world celebrates
And friends stay,
Turning my mournings to comfort,
When families feed
And the mother hens offer shelter,
Still, I will run after you.

When the society abandons
And the street, our home,
Transforming our innocence to guilt.
When we grow in disdain
And feed off crumbs
We will run after you.

When the society embraces
And sends us to schools,
Moulding our clay to ceramic.
When we blossom in the sky
And provide solution to centers,
Still, we will run after you.

When good and bad meet
And crossroads argue,
Making a platform for pain and joy.
When all starts and ends
And forgetfulness is the totality of life,
I will run after you.

“Cold Death!” By Providence Wright

Death! An inevitable occurrence;
Its arrival is like the dusk of the night,
Caring less about the achievements during the day.

Death! The cold winter in hot summer,
Freezing our warm hearts to ice,
Taking away our warmth,
Replacing it with painful coolness.

Death! Your appointment with Man is certain,
But you choose to barge in unexpectedly,
Why not wait for your time?
And leave Man to live.

Death! The world calls you by your name,
Non-existence.
Death! We call you rest,
Because man must rest after the day’s toil.

Comments on A Time to Kill and Sycamore Row: John Grisham.

Chiedozie Ude

I missed yesterday, so I will just forge on with today. Consider this as free writing and not a review. No thematic analysis. No structural criticism. Just random thoughts. Pardon my lack of suspense; it bores me sometimes. Then again, I am always bored. Permit my ramblings or train of excuses; so, here goes nothing:

John Grisham is an author that influenced me a lot during my mid-teens. Because of him, I wanted to study law. I found myself falling in love with litigation; I wanted to be a hotshot lawyer who would champion the cause of the downtrodden masses. One reason behind my decision to consider dabbling into law was that his protagonist, Jake Brigance, was surreal. Jake Brigance was capable of kicking ass!

In A TIME TO KILL, Jake successfully defends a black man who killed the men that raped his daughter. In the next book, SYCAMORE ROW, Jake defends a black woman whose late employer will all his property. The point here is that Jake was always able to beat the odds.

However, the way the underdog lawyers win in his books is sadly a misrepresentation of the society. The little guy hardly wins in real life. Consequently, we may say that Grisham is too much of an idealist. The paints pictures of how he thinks the world ought to be, especially in terms of justice.

Also significant to mention is that these two books graphically show how racist the USA society can be. Thus, we can mention racism as a predominant theme.

There are a lot of things to discuss in this book. Perhaps, we can have this discussion some other time. πŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒ.

Lol. Expect me to edit this piece once I’m sober.

A Brief Review of J. K. Rowlings’ Harry Potter by Chiedozie Ude

The Harry Potter series is a collection I hold dearly. The way the author was able to create a whole new civilisation that consisted of supernatural creatures such as wizards, witches, werewolves, goblins, etc., beats my wildest imagination.

The Harry Potter books are seven in number and they span 7 years of Harry Potter’s life: seven years of intense struggle against dark forces led by the evil Lord Voldemort. However, the use of flashbacks, in some places, make us realise that the conflict is one that began long before the main protagonist, Harry, was born. Retrospectively, one can say that all the events that occurred before Harry’s birth are significant to the development of the plot.

Stereotypically, Rowlings presents her conflict in the expected good-vs-evil format. Nevertheless, her story is purely original, both in terms of action and in terms of her character development. Harry alongside other members of Gryffindor are presented as the good guys while Lord Voldemort and his death-eaters are portrayed as villains. The originality of this exquisite work is augmented by the various plot-twists that arise as we seek a resolution to the conflict. For example, the killing of Dumbledore presented Professor Snape in a bad light, but at the end, it is discovered the Severus Snape was just acting on Dumbledores’ orders. Many readers did not see that coming because Rowlings was careful enough to hide the true loving and bold personality of Snape behind his gruff and mean facade.

Another thing of note in this text is how Rowlings is able to show contemporary issues. The real world, for instance, is divided based on racial and tribal lines. Identically, the world which Rowlings paints is split based on specie-lines; that is, there is a class difference between the wizards and the humans. In fact, this division cuts across various specie, with the wizards occupying the top of the food chain. The wizards reinforce their superior feelings by derogatorily calling humans “muggles”. Also, the offsprings of wizards who married humans were regarded as halfblood (similar to the term half caste) while wizards who had human parents were called “mud bloods”. Likewise, the wizards with two wizard parents were known as “pure bloods”. So, it is justifiable to say that the world of Harry Potter is a microcosm of the real world in terms of the malignant issue of discrimination.

In all, Rowlings is successfully able to pass across the message of true friendship and familial love. She preaches the power love possesses over evil. Little surprises when it is revealed that Harry’s mother’s love for him was the charm that prevented Voldemort from destroying Harry as a baby. Similarly, the strong bond between Harry, Hermione and Ron Weaselly was key to finally defeating Lord Voldemort.

I can write many pages on this books, but I think it is important for me to stop here in order not to spoil the book for those who wish to read it. Therefore, let this piece serve as a clarion call for you all to lose yourselves in the enchanting world of Harry Potter: a world that makes a child play the roles of men; a world whose civilisation relies on a boy β€” the boy who lived, Harry Potter.

However, the movie is a travesty of art.

The way so many events that occurred in the book were blatantly ignored in the movie makes me think that the movie is mediocre.

The director needs to face firing squad. Lol.
It is the same storyline though.

“Ode to Today” by OBISAMWO, Oladipupo

The fragrance of dawn trickled down my nostrils.
Then it dawned on me
That I had survived
The grips of Boss Yesterday.
Thanks to Actor Today.

The atmosphere seems to be partial
As it favours Today against Yesterday.
Could it be flirting?
The celestials must have chosen
Today as a child of destiny
Or maybe as a day of fulfillment.

Today, the birds articulate
Their meticulous tunes of refreshment.
Sapiens greet one another
With pervading bliss
As they went about their businesses.
Oh! Blessed Today.

Today, the day looks gay.
A badge of victory’s hail.
It is determined to outshine yesterday;
To perform better without fail.
My love goes for you.
Oh! Blessed Today.

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