Achebe’s dead but his manhood’s alive
Last Friday, while the world mourned literary icon and academic,
Professor Chinua Achebe and I remembered his fame, what came to my mind
was the joke about a certain woman, in her tribute to a departed hero.
The story goes that this woman, while trying to underline the fact that
although the man had died, his legacy lived on, told the deceased’s
wife: Although your husband is dead, his manhood is alive.
While the gloaters may gloat and the mockers rejoice over this woman’s
supposed wrong use of word, the truth is that the message was clear.
Therefore, in borrowing from this woman, whether the story is right or
wrong, I would as well say that while Achebe may have died, his manhood
lives on. Before you begin to have ideas, let us look at the meaning of
manhood.
According to Thesaurus, manhood is the “qualities and attributes
conventionally thought to be appropriate to a man, especially physical
strength, courage, and determination.” Yes, as these relate to Achebe,
his manhood lives on. Achebe was strong-willed, courageous and
determined in his endeavours. He was fearless and resolute. That is the
man in him. To be sure, Achebe may have died physically, but his
literary works and what he stood for will continue to stare us in the
face. With his books, Achebe lives.
With the cascading prose in his books, he lives. With his enduring
legacy in the literary firmament and the academia, this illustrious son
of Nigeria lives. Therefore, in death Achebe stands as a colossus, and,
perhaps, even taller than he was in real life. Even without winning the
Nobel Prize in Literature, Achebe has won bigger awards in the minds of
many who have read his books. Things Fall Apart, his first novel, is
what I will call a living literature. No matter how many times anybody
may read it, each reading of this epic novel is as fresh as in the first
time.
As a secondary school boy, many years ago, I did read many literature
books. Even with my little knowledge then, especially in appreciating
literary works, I must confess that no book has ever made an enduring
impression in me more than Things Fall Apart. The arresting effect of
the book makes me continue to read the book till the end. Indeed, there
is always the longing, by any reader, to find out what happens in the
next paragraph, page and chapter.
I would say that Things Fall Apart is the greatest of all Achebe’s
books. Reading it taught me the act of writing. The descriptive power in
the book, without exaggeration, is out of the world. Whenever I read
the book, I usually visualise the setting of Umuofia, the community that
Achebe presented. I usually visualise Okonkwo, the lead character in
the book.
I usually visualise the conflict between the ancient, represented by
Okonkwo’s Umuofia, before he went on exile, and the modern, represented
by the culture of the white, which, according to Obierika, in the book,
did cut a knife on the things that bound the village together and the
people had fallen apart. I admire Achebe’s writing style. I admire his
storytelling techniques. With Things Fall Apart, this departed writer
taught the world a lesson in creativity. With this book, he held the
world spellbound.
For a book to be translated into many languages is not a mean feat. It
shows how accepted and recognised that piece of literary work is.
Indeed, it’s not always that a writer’s book will be quoted by people
and continues to be quoted. It’s not always that the fame of a writer’s
work will go beyond the boundaries of his country and continent, even
when he never won the Nobel Prize in Literature. What I admire most in
Achebe is that fact that his writing did spark off some controversies.
For me, a writer who would not provoke controversy is not worth his pen
and ink. A writer should write with conviction, without minding whose ox
is gored. In writing, based on conviction, a writer may not appeal to
the emotion of some readers. This is okay. I believe that writing is
about conviction, not emotion. I suspect that Achebe knew that his end
was near. That he released his last book, There was a Country, last year
and died this year may not have been an accident. With the book,
Achebe’s last outing was noticed.
With the controversy the book provoked, Achebe has bowed out when the
ovation was loudest. A writer of his calibre shouldn’t get anything
less. It is obvious that if he did not present the book at the time he
did, it may have died with him or come unheralded any other time. Like a
big masquerade, whose exit from the scene must be noticed, Achebe
stirred the hornet’s nest and bowed out triumphantly. As we await his
burial, lovers of Achebe should not grieve that he did not win the Nobel
Prize in Literature.
It’s still possible that he could win posthumously. If he does, he would
join Dag Hammarskjold, Swedish diplomat and second secretary general of
the United Nations in 1961, who received the Nobel Prize after his
death. For Nigeria, the greatest honour to Achebe is to avoid those
things he hated and wrote against.
It’s not just about eulogising the icon by those in government. It’s
about doing what Achebe hoped for, which he presented in his writings.
It’s about fighting injustice, corruption and catering to the needs of
the downtrodden. It’s about being human and living up to expectation.
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