Tag: Prof. Niyi Osundare

  • NIYI OSUNDARE: My anger with the  Nigerian system

    NIYI OSUNDARE: My anger with the Nigerian system

    Prof. Niyi Osundare, an erudite professor of English who just won the National Merit Award is a renowned poet, writer and scholar. In this interview with Edozie Udeze, he bares his mind on a number of national issues including the Nigerian leadership conundrum, his perspective on the educational system, why the Nigerian youth needs mentors and other matters. Excerpts.  

    How do you feel getting the Nigerian National Merit Award?

    I think I’ve already indicated that in my acceptance speech. I have been lucky because I have gained series of other awards in my career. But this one has special resonance because it is a life-time kind of award and recognition. Number two, it is one recognition of the entire country that I also recognize. Why? Because it is essentially managed and competed for by fellow professors, professionals, women and men of high intellectual repute and integrity.

    Like I have said on a number of occasions, this is one award profile that has not been politicised or contaminated by the ubiquitous Nigerian factor. No federal character, no quota system. Merit, which is its model and which is part of its motto has not been contaminated. I think Nigeria needs something like that. We need something more! Two weeks ago in Abuja, oh yes, exactly two weeks ago, when I was embraced by former laureates, I trembled. I held J.P Clark by the hand, Professor Laz Ekwueme, Prof. Chukwuemeka Ike, and Prof. Ayo Bamgbose. Then Professor Akin Mabogunje, Prof. Ayo Banjo couldn’t come because of family bereavement. There were contemporaries of mine like Professor Femi Osofisan and others.

    So, I felt I was surrounded by genuine intellectuals. That is one group in this country I am so proud to be in their midst and be a member of. But if you have to be funny, that is one cult that I really want to be a part of. It is a humbling and flattering experience.

    With this, how close do you think you are to getting the Nobel Prize in Literature which most people have been saying may soon come to Africa again?

    Oh, my God. You know you are asking a question for which I do not have an answer. Eh, well, I thank people for wishing me well. Yes, I keep doing the work. I pray for good health and the energy and very important, the goodwill of the people. If you are a writer and you have no reader it is not complete. But one thing that has overwhelmed me is the award. The kind of responses and accolades from people have been overwhelming. From Austria, China and everywhere and including Nigeria here, it has been heartwarming. I didn’t know I have so many friends. So, I am extremely grateful that this has happened. So whether it is in the future, I hope for the best; I keep working as a writer. That is all I can do: that is all I can say for now.

    You have been involved in youth mentoring in Ekiti State. What made you show so much interest in nurturing the young ones?

    It is a very important aspect of education and acculturation. I wouldn’t have been where I am today if I hadn’t been lucky to meet good teachers and good mentors. I remember all the teachers that taught me from January 1953 when I stepped into a classroom for the first time. It was one harmattan morning in Ikere-Ekiti. Then on May 14, 1979 when I gained my PhD in Toronto, Canada, I remember all the names. I think I have dedicated three books to such people in my life. A good teacher therefore is essentially a mentor. I have one big ambition. I do not want to be only a teacher, but also an inspirer. It is important.

    As human beings, we have our highs and lows. You could destroy or discourage one person with just one negative adjective. You, you will amount to nothing, you are stupid. No, this is not right. We all have to crawl before we walk, and the human heart is so tender; it has to be nurtured. In fact, it is like tendering it like a flower. If we expose it too much to critical heat, it will wither. At the same time you don’t have to pamper it. Tendering and nurturing help to put the human person together. This is very very important.

    Now, how did I become a university teacher? I give the credit to people like Dan Izevbaye, Ayo Banjo, Dapo Adelugba and someone somewhat remotely Wole Soyinka who taught us until he had to leave the university and so many other teachers who were not Nigerians. This is because then at the University of Ibadan, only three of our teachers were black, the rest of them were white. After graduation, I was teaching at my old school, Christ School, Ado-Ekiti, when the invitation came for me to see one of my teachers at the University of Ibadan. Then it was based on merit, even for your post graduate studies too. He asked me if I was interested in a post graduate course abroad. I said well; let me first of all speak to my parents, to my former headmaster. May be I was just taking it easy. Then he sent another note. Then I went to see him and that was how I went to the University of Leeds on University scholarship.  Two years later, I had to go abroad again for my PhD. This time it was to Toronto, Canada. And I went again on the university scholarship. So, Nigeria has done so much for me.

    How do you mean….?

    Yes, I am a lucky person. Yes, if I am angry at all, it is because leadership is not able to do enough for the young people. Osofisan is not a god, I am not a god. No we are not giants but we are what we are today because of the opportunities we got. We were in school when the educational system of this country was extremely good. When I got to the University of Leeds after my first degree here, I walked straight to the classroom because I had a sound education here. This was so because our standard in Nigeria then was of international standard. But these days, foreign universities do not accept Nigerian graduates even with first class. This is because our educational system is extremely weak.

    I am in the system and I am not blaming my colleagues but we need to do more. The products of our universities are not good at all. Mentoring the young ones right from when it matters most is therefore very necessary. We all made mistakes when we were young. When we were young that part of brain that controls maturity was not yet ripe to take decisions. So, you are bound to stumble but you need someone around you to direct you. Many children don’t have stable family. Many children don’t have educated parents. Now, you need people to guide you. Before it was only the teacher who did that, now so many teachers have been destabilized and so we need additional mentors. So, it is extremely important that we keep mentoring in order to get it right for the young ones.

    In the United States and Britain and other developed societies, you have an important department in the universities called the Guidance and Counseling. Now, it has been introduced in many Nigerian universities. Let the people in those units sit down and advise the young ones on what to do. A guy is doing so well in Literature, in History and in all Arts subjects, but because of people he now says, I am going to be an engineer. He does not have enough skill to do so. But it is left for the mentor to say no, you have to create a match between your ability and your ambition. And it is important to be able to take the right step. It is a long journey and life is always a locus of conflicting or confusing way. You have to take a decision. When you are young you can’t do that, because you do not know what road to take.

    You take the advice of a wise and experienced counselor. When I was young, one man who put my foot on the right path he is late now, he was my father’s younger brother Chief Tayo Ayodele. He was the man who did it for me. I have dedicated one of my books to him. That was my first selected poems. I didn’t realise what he was doing to me when he was broadening me and directing me on what to do. He was the first to go to secondary school in our extended family. We all looked up to him and he was so generous to me. That is what mentoring does to you. And all young people need such guidance to be able to move on well in life.

    He taught me lesson in humility, generosity and love. It is not only to master the alphabets, you have to have character. You need to look up to somebody. The reason our political system is so rocky is that there is no one to look up to.

    There are people I call epochal individuals. These people are usually mentors and leaders.  We have never had such people in Nigeria. Mentoring is a very broad-based phenomenon. It is about being a model. How many politicians in Nigeria today would I say I want to be like and I would like to encourage my children to be like? Is it people who preach ‘stomach infrastructure’ or those who laugh at the intelligence of the people and say oh no, no, na book we go chop? Yes, in Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah made the difference. If you get to Ghana today, you will see that once upon a time a great leader passed through that way. But here, who do we have? Even the man in Singapore. Even Lula Da Silva of Brazil who lifted the economy from nothing to something. These are good and sound mentors who touched the lives of the people.

    What of at the university level…?

    At the University level, our universities don’t even know what mentoring is all about. Look at how they throw out old professors. They are already looking at the files, saying oh, when will this man be due to leave, to retire from the system? Or when will he be 65 or turn 70? And someone is already working for the establishment ready to write you a letter, reminding you that your time is almost up. No serious university system does that. Of course there are people who are deadwoods, we agree. But those who are old if they are valuable you keep them. Even big names in the Faculty list will attract more serious scholars from all over the world. There is no age limit in American universities. There is this old professor at the Harvard University who uses walking stick and leans on it most times. When I was talking to him, I said, oh you are still here and he looked at me and said, ‘Well, you see, I am creaking in every joint. But these people won’t let me go’. People come and sit at your feet to listen to you, to learn about the wisdom you’ve gathered over the years.

    There is some kind of experience you cannot read in books, you cannot see on television, you cannot hear on radio, but can only come from human beings. Countries that are serious about ideas use people; you don’t just throw them away. Ayo Banjo when it was time for him to go, I was the head of department and he was the vice-chancellor for eight years. He was then on a post office leave, with his brief case in his hands. He said to me, good morning sir, I have come here to report for duty. And as a teacher, I laughed. We had two courses that needed extremely experienced hands to handle. Then I said to him, please can you help us in those courses? He said, jolly well, jolly well. He was so happy and we as colleagues were also happy. Banjo immediately blended into our midst. When it was time to recommend him for Emeritus Professorship, I called a departmental meeting and it was unanimous. That letter took me two days and fortunately the university approved it. Today the Department of English gains tremendously from that development and Ayo Banjo is a pride to the department. That is the way it is. We are gaining from the presence of Ayo Bamgbose, a linguist. Human beings are the ones who build institutions. But we do not value them in Nigeria; it is money, money, money all the time.

    In those days communities took care of teachers but teachers were well appreciated. They gave them food and ensured they did not lack. In fact, parents were proud to send their children to school to become teachers. Chinua Achebe made it clear in most of his writings. Teachers had respect and they impacted that respect on the people. That was how people like us were educated. Achebe wrote Things Fall Apart when he was 26 years. Wole Soyinka wrote his most complex play, A Dance of the Forest when he was 26. Now, how many 26 years old can do that now without a second degree?

    We have very bright young men and women, but the system now is different. This is sad because everything has been monetized. When I was young, my grandmother used to say that it was evil people who lock in themselves. Our houses were open most of the time because people were good to one another. Today, you dare not try it. In fact, I know this country when it was a better country. Today everything has gone so bad with fear and mistrust all over the place. This is why I am angry. But we can make this a better country? This is a good country. East, West, North, what do we not have? Look at tomatoes from the north, yams from Abakaliki, timber from the west, millet, sorghum, don’t even talk about oil and so on.

    Now, how can we live in an ocean and wash our hands with saliva? The reason is that we do not have mentors, we don’t have leaders. Our politicians are thieves, thieves all over the place. Look at security vote or constituency allowance, what does that mean? What do they do with such huge amount of money? This is what most of them take home every month. From the local government to federal, it is the same situation, the same story. Nigeria has money but it is going into the wrong hands. Nigeria helped me. Me, son of a peasant farmer! Nigeria therefore should be able to help more. We have the capability to do so. I blame the leaders and now I also talk about the followers. When you give people a kongo of rice and a kolobo of garri, has that solved any problem? Eat today, drink this and then they vote for you, has it solved their problems? You have voted away the prosperity of your children and their future. We who are being led, must learn how to be led. A good follower is the one who follows by knowing his and her rights. Any politician can take you for granted but it is you who will say no to that. We are too docile in this country and we are divided along ethnic and religious lines to be able to come together to form a common front. People who steal our money do not say you are Igbo or Yoruba; they just steal. That is why they are stealing the money. In the past if you stole you were put in prison and your family would not be able to get a wife easily. But today, once you steal and can steal well and more, you get a chieftaincy title. Your pastor would call you to crown you as the pillar of the church for being a clever and a bigger thief. Today if you stole well in Abuja and you go back to your village, you’ll be given a white horse to ride on.

  • ‘This oasis must bloom the desert’

    ‘This oasis must bloom the desert’

    This year’s Nigerian National Merit award recipient, Prof Niyi Osundare’s acceptance speech at the ceremony in Abuja.

    If all the prizes and awards that have come my way in my nearly 40 years of professional and creative career, the one whose bestowal brought us all together today has a more special resonance and unusual gravitas to it than I could ever have  anticipated. From near and far, the congratulatory messages pouring in in the past one week have concentrated not only on the lucky winner of the 2014 Nigerian National Merit Award, but also on the timing of the award and the country which is responsible for its bestowal. I cannot disclose many of the messages in full without sounding gross or boringly immodest, neither can I keep silent about them without denying myself a rare opportunity to share something useful with my compatriots, and without depriving my country of a chance to hear one or two things about itself.

    For nearly all these messages say something to this effect: We are happy that this award is coming at a time like this in the history of your country; oh, Nigeria got this right; the existence of this kind of award shows that not all is lost in Nigeria. One writer, a professor of political science and perspicacious columnist for one of Nigeria’s leading newspapers, disclosed how “uplifting and therapeutic” it was for him to learn about this year’s award.

    Waxing lyrical and eloquently metaphorical, he added: “In a clime where good news is in short supply, (the news of the award) comes as refreshing drops of water, massaging parched throats”. A stellar US-based Nigerian professor of philosophy renowned for his cerebral, unsparing evisceration of the African anomy, called to say that the award indicates that Nigeria is still capable of doing some things right.

    An old student of mine, now an insightful columnist for a prominent Nigerian daily, exhales, almost carthically, oh, what a breath of fresh air!.  A younger colleague from the Department of English, University of Ibadan, declared in a telephone conversation whose sheer energy nearly blew up the Nigerian network grid: “Sir, I’m happy for you and happy for myself; now it means we younger fellows have something to look up to”.

    Students in my undergraduate poetry class in the Department of English, University of New Orleans, burst into spontaneous applause upon hearing the news, exactly the same way some of my professor colleagues in the same department reacted a few days later. Some of these students and colleagues tell me with an almost filial candor and concern, something to this effect: this is good news, Niyi; better, happier than what has been coming out of Nigeria in recent times. And, never one to miss a good chance to tell Nigeria his mind, the doyen of Nigeria’s op-ed  journalism, avowedly now at home abroad, declares with telling acuity: ‘Amid the gloom that has encircled and now threatens to choke Nigeria, this award has largely been spared the corruption that rules the land. It is a reassuring testament that Nigeria can still be true to its highest ideals’.

    A don from the Communication and Language Arts Department, University of Ibadan, famous for his relentless excoriation of verbal and stylistic infelicities in Nigerian writing, enthused over the phone: with this award, I know there is still hope for Nigeria…. . .

    Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen, I have cited all these episodes not in aid of some megalomaniacal confesionalism. I am not the first person to receive this award, nor am I going to be the last. Worthier people, many of them my teachers and professional predecessors, have walked this path before, and I have them to thank for blazing a worthy trail. The purpose of this narrative is to show how people from different climes, different persuasions, and different stations of life perceive the Nigerian National Merit Award vis-à-vis the nation that has created it as its National Order of Distinction. For the NNOM is larger than any awardee; the light which issues from its beacon transcends the turbulent expanse of Nigeria’s territorial waters. What I deduce from my experience since the official announcement of this year’s award is an overwhelming yearning for the NNOM as an Order faithful to its mission; a Centre of Excellence given free rein and empowered in all legitimate ways to carry out its institutional functions not only as regards the recognition of merit and reward for it, but also the cultivation and encouragement of these attributes in Nigeria’s intellectual culture.

    To the best of my knowledge, the NNMA remains to date, about the only Nigerian Order of grave national importance relatively insulated from Nigeria’s typical political contamination, a national institution with relatively formidable ramparts against the rampaging monsters of mediocrity and intellectual mendacity. We owe it as a bounden duty to ourselves and to our future to help it in the maintenance of its measure of integrity. We must keep supremely hallowed that tradition of the First Thursday of December every year as has been the practice since 1979 when the maiden edition of the NNMA was bestowed on Chinua Achebe, one of Nigeria’s, nay the world’s most famous writers. One of those numerous well-wishers in the past week described the NNOM as an “oasis” in the Nigerian desert. It must be a vital part of NNOM’s mission to transform, by its own sterling example, that desert into a blooming landscape and productive humanscape. Urgently needed in this regard is the kind of robust, consistent endowment befitting its status as the nation’s intellectual and creative reference point/powerhouse jealously protected from of all manner of interference and sordid meddling.

    But as that ancient Yoruba adage goes, Idelorun ite n’idelorun eye (The peace of the nest determines the peace of the bird). Without a nest called Nigeria, there would be no bird called NNOM. These, no doubt, are dangerously hard times for Nigeria. They are also times which call for the best and boldest in all of us: leaders who follow by leading conscientiously, and followers who lead by following responsibly, with a keen eye on their rights as HUMAN beings. We have a country to build, a future to anticipate, a dream to honour.

    Now time for homages and acknowledgements. I remember with the tenderest gratitude today that day in January 1953 when my father, AriyoosuAguntasoolo Osundare of blessed memory, woke me up and said quietly to my mother, Fasimia: Omo oyaju yanu daadaa; aamo’we. Mo nmu lo si sukuru (This boy looks precocious; he will know book. I’m taking him to school). Tall and sprightly like a regal warrior, father led the way while I broke into a rapid cater to keep up his pace. That morning’s journey landed me in Primary One B at St. Luke’s School, Iro, Ikere Ekiti, with my first teacher as Mr. G.O. Asake. It turned out to be the first toddling steps of a long-distance run that would take me to all the continents of the world. The Nigeria I grew up in gave me the education which quickened my pace, the kind of culture that priced mind over money, and endowed character with a prime place in the pantheon of virtues.

    Farmer-born, peasant-bred, I learnt all so early the dignity of labour and the importance of integrity. These have remained the vital chapters in my book of life, my compass through life’s tempestuous voyage. To my wife, Adekemi Olugbenke, and our children, Moyo, Osuntola, and Bayonle, I say thank you for bearing the brunt of my hectic academic and creative calling, and for helping me stay true to my moral and political principles over the years… ..  I am eternally grateful to all my teachers, some of whom are present here today as NNOM laureates: through their worthy examples, I have come to respect teaching as the noblest profession in the world, and to regard my students as my best teachers.. . . .

    And finally I commend Nigeria for establishing the Nigerian National Order of Merit, and the NNOM for striving all these years to safeguard the survival of that Merit and sustain the integrity and relevance of the culture of the mind.

  • Jonathan honours Prof. Osundare

    Jonathan honours Prof. Osundare

    President Goodluck Jonathan on Thursday decorated Prof. Niyi Osundare as the 71st member of the body of the Nigerian National Order of Merit laureates.

    At a brief ceremony in the Council Chamber of the State House, Abuja, Jonathan noted that Osundare’s selection among 22 nominees for the 2014 Nigerian National Order of Merit Award (NNMA) has met Nigerians’ expectation.

    Osundare, who is an Ekiti State-born former Head of Department of English, University of Ibadan, is said to have carved his name in gold in the hearts of people in Nigeria and across the globe through his outstanding and service to humanity in the field of humanities.

    The poet, dramatist and an essayist laureate, who has won several major honours and awards abroad, is a New Orleans University, United States-based scholar and writer.
    Jonathan promised that his administration will continue to promote excellence on merit towards enhancing rapid development and nationhood.

    He said: “Today’s occasion of the conferment of the 2014 Nigerian National Order of Merit Award is in celebration of the brilliance, hardwork and dedication of Prof. Niyi Osundare. The Nigerian National Order of Merit Award is the highest and the most prestigious honour this nation bestows on its citizens at home and in diaspora for intellectual and academic contributions of national and international significance.”

    “It is encouraging to note that since its establishment 35 years ago, the integrity of this esteem award has been preserved through a rigorous and painstaking assessment exercise in the areas of science, engineering and technology, medicine, humanity and other fields of human endeavors. The award standard has never fallen below expectation.”

    “I have no doubt that Prof. Niyi Osundare, our awardee this year, meets our nation’s expectation and like others who have received this prestigious award and hold high the banner of creativity and intellectual development, there is no doubt also that the knowledge, expertise and contributions of today’s recipient will be of immense benefit to our overall development agenda, in particular, the successful implementation of this administration’s transformation efforts.”

    “Of course, listening to the chairman’s speech and the citation, we can say that we are very very proud of Niyi Osundare.

    “Prof. Osundare, you are today admitted into this very admirable, respected and distinguished class of Nigerians as its 71st member of the body of the Nigerian National Order of Merit laureates. Congratulations.”

  • Osundare: a breath of fresh air

    Osundare: a breath of fresh air

    In the present morass, Prof. Niyi Osundare winning the 2014 Nigerian National Order of Merit (NNOM) is a breath of fresh air.

    Still, a breath of fresh air evokes an ironic déjà vu.

    A few months before the 2011 presidential election, there was a contrived air of great expectations.

    Mobile adverts, particularly on the panel of Danfo commercial minibuses, spoke of the imminence of “A breath of fresh air”, a pan-Nigeria new deal that would, perhaps, eclipse the globally acclaimed New Deal of US President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

    FDR’s New Deal (mainly, 1933-1936) was well and truly phenomenal, with its 3RsRelief for the unemployed and poor; Recovery of the economy to normal levels; and Reform of the financial system to prevent a repeat depression — lifting America from the Great Depression.  The Depression started in August 1929, hit the trough with the Wall Street Crash of October 1929, and triggered a global economic meltdown.

    Nigeria’s answer to FDR was Goodluck Ebele Jonathan.

    The Nigerian equivalent of the American dream was a once shoeless southern creek boy, from the poorest of the dirt-poor,  from the minority of minorities — and, to boot, a charming name of Goodluck, and the record: first Nigerian president to boast a PhD! — rising to the acme of Nigerian political power, despite the country’s bully and domineering majorities.

    And GEJ’s answer to FDR’s New Deal was a Transformation Agenda, which mesmerising core was to pump the breath of fresh air, after which Lugard’s musty contraption would never be the same again!  Moral?  GEJ’s age of merit and quality beckons!

    Four years later and a few months to another presidential election, however, that promise has vanished, leaving the air toxic, rancid and pungent — almost in all spheres of national life.  An anticipated era of Plato’s philosophical kings has begotten the exact opposite: an unrepentant rule of the executive rabble.

    Whereas pre-Jonathan Nigeria was a venal redoubt where, to parody the England of the poet Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), Philistines (the garish nouveau riches) routinely trumped the Greeks (the deep and cultured), Jonathan’s Nigeria has slid into sheer political barbarism, where about nothing is sacred.

    Transformation has turned deformation.  Hope turned mirage.  Merit turned unbridled mediocrity.  Freshness turned stale.  Public institutions, proud slaves of private whims: with the Police sacking Parliament; and an unfazed IGP Suleiman Abba, in an eager and merry dance to Hades.  A once proud and secure state has turned captive, pliant and prostrate, to blood-thirsty anarchists.

    Moral?  It is Jonathan’s age of unbridled paralysis, stupid!

    But from this sooty pot of national paralysis has emerged the immaculately white pap of welcome sanity:  Niyi Osundare, sole NNOM winner for 2014.

    So, a near-irredeemably damaged state can still throw up uncompromising quality?  Perhaps some redemption is afoot!

    But the ultra-sweet bonus: Osundare triumphs even as Hurricane Jona is busy blowing Nigeria to the cliff; and Typhoon Fayosh is busy smashing everything of common sense in Osundare’s native Ekiti, where Governor Ayo Fayose sits as unbridled cave-master, with zero tolerance for anything lawful, anything noble, and anything decent: in stark contrast, to echo Osundare himself, to the “arrested renaissance” of the Kayode Fayemi years, in a race-against-time into the Stone Age.

    Still, Prof. Osundare is no short burst to success.  On the contrary, his is the Old School long and arduous trek to excellence.

    Way back at the University of Ibadan in the early to mid-1980s, he mentored a crop of students in his highly interactive creative writing class: Kongi — no, not the inimitable WS but Sesan Ajayi of blessed memory, who nevertheless patterned his poetry after WS’s; Remi Raji, now a professor of English at UI, Babatunde Ajayi, Jr, Afam Akeh, the political science major who had his soul yoked to euphonic poetry, Nduka Otiono and, of course, yours truly, to mention a few.

    As he always warned that the Nigerian Ivory Tower was turning grey, he honed his students’ poetry skills as he fired their humanity; beseeching them to protect their inherent nobility, and avoid leaving school to “join them”, no matter the odds.

    But of course, the laureate’s staying power was that, in whatever he did, he walked his talk.

    To start with, he was — and still is — a consummate academic that always told you creativity was “99 per cent perspiration and one per cent inspiration”.

    He worked hard at his trade, and from Song of the Marketplace, to The Eye of the Earth, to Moonsongs, to Song of the Season, to Waiting Laughters, to Midlife, to The Word is an Egg, to Early Birds, to Not My Business, to Tender Moments: Love Poems, among others, the Ikere-Ekiti “rural-born and peasant-bred” toughly nurtured his genius, to produce a happy concert of inspiration and perspiration!

    Not for him, cloistered but conspiratorial silence when things go awry.

    At Ekiti’s fatal embrace of Fayose’s toxic “stomach infrastructure”, he composed a dirge for his native land: pained lamentation of a devastated troubadour, for his doomed lady.  “The People Voted their Stomach — Blues for an Arrested Renaissance” went viral: for its arresting content and its enchanting form.

    Less than three months later, the Ekiti blues is real!

    When Fayose’s barbarians sacked the courts, battered judges and ripped court records, the poet’s rebuke came in biting riposte: “They slap Court Judges ‘In the Land of Honour’ “, the pristine voice of noble Ekiti scolded the present barbarity that would pass; and rued how “Impunity mates Immunity/And the union begat Imuniti” (devastating pun for “immunity” and literally, Yoruba for beyond arrest; or executive lawlessness).

    Less than three months later, Fayose’s pact with the past — while others make a dash for the future — is all but cemented!

    Unlike the infamous hee-haw of some Ekiti elders, over the governor’s galloping illegalities: the latest being the Ekiti Assembly 7 sacking 19 (a triumphant improvement on Jonathan’s Nigeria Governors Forum novelty of 16 greater than 19), the man has not died in the poet (to paraphrase our own WS).  In the face of glaring lawlessness, he has refused to be silent.

    That this poisoned atmosphere, in Nigeria as a whole and in his native Ekiti, still produced Prof. Osundare as sole NNOM laureate for 2014 is well and truly remarkable.  It is simply the inevitability of excellence — particularly that hue that combines brilliance with conscience — for any nation desirous of attaining its manifest destiny.

    So, when on December 4 the President meets the Poet to deliver the award, it would be a meeting between mere tinsel and solid gold.

    Perhaps Nigerians, on the virtual eve of another election, will gravely ponder: why do we settle for tinsel (or even worse) when we have and can get solid gold?

    Osundare’s win is tribute to the sane segment of troubled contemporary Nigeria.  These times would pass, if the deep don’t surrender their sanity to the galloping barbarians.

  • Fayemi congratulates Osundare

    Former Ekiti State Governor Kayode Fayemi has congratulated renowned academic, Prof Niyi Osundare, on his emergence as the 2014 winner of the Nigerian National Order of Merit (NNOM) award.

    The award, the highest and most prestigious prize for outstanding intellectual and academic attainment, will be presented to Osundare by President Goodluck Jonathan on December 4 in Abuja.

    Fayemi, in a statement in Abuja yesterday, described Osundare as a respected Ekiti ambassador, adding that his works are what distinguished him as one of the very best in the field of literature.

    The former governor added that Osundare has used the arts to contribute to the socio-political and educational development of the country.

    “And for us in Ekiti, it shows that hard work and merit still count. It is also an indication that the current picture of a gluttonic lot being painted about Ekiti people is an aberration.

    “It is hoped that the success and exploits of Ekiti Ambassadors and icons, such as Prof Osundare, would continue to inspire our youths not to continuously seek and stick to the path of honour and greatness.”

  • ‘Our first  encounter with Things Fall Apart’

    ‘Our first encounter with Things Fall Apart’

    Prominent writers and critics recount their first encounter with the late Prof. Chinua Achebe’s first novel, Things Fall Apart, to Evelyn Osagie

     

    It means different things to various people. To some, it is the ultimate African novel. To others, it is a pioneer novel that should be judged based on the time it was published.

    The late Prof. Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart has proved to be a novel, which has surpassed the writer and the publisher’s dream for it.

    Writing it was an experiment; publishing it was also an experiment, but it is one experiment that the world will never forget.

    Prominent Nigerian authors and critics share their first encounter with the book that has been translated into over 50 languages, including Igbo and Yoruba (Igbesi Aye Okonkwo):

    Gabriel Okara, author

    I can’t remember exactly when I first read Things Fall Apart. I think it was in the 60s. And I’ll tell you this, I was really impressed because of how he brought out the frustration and problem that Africans were faced with at the time with the Europeans, particularly the missionaries. I found it interesting because here is a book written in a way I would have liked to write. I was happy that someone had done what I was trying to do in writing our African experience using the English man’s language to explain the African experience. And I appreciated the skills with which he did it.

    Prof. Niyi Osundare, poet

     1965 was when I first read Things Fall Apart. I was in secondary school then. Things Fall Apart came at the right time. It was at a time the WAEC syllabus was being Africanised. We were lucky our set had Things Fall Apart in our WAEC syllabus as the text for prose. We had had texts from African poets like Prof. Wole Soyinka, Gabriel Okara, J.P. Clark, Lenrie Peters (Gambia), Kofi Awoonor (Ghana) and so on. Before Things Fall Apart were terrible books, which were written by Europeans, who portrayed Africans as fools, buffoons, sorcerers, witches, violent and blood-thirsty people. And we as Africans were made to read these books as written by these racists. So Things Fall Apart came as a refreshing alternative. It was the first time we read a novel written by an African that portrays our lives.

    We all loved it. Soon after, we took nicknames from characters in the books. For instance, one of our class mates was called Okonkwo because he was the man of anger. Above all that, those of us from the west found that there were a lot of correspondences between Igbo culture and that of Yoruba, such as proverbs, the role of masquerades, etc. The novel was not just an Igbo novel but one that portrays the traditional African society, which every African can identify with.

    My favourite of his novels is Things Fall Apart. I have taught for over 35 years now. It represents Achebe’s literary essence because of its delicate simplicity.

    Hafsat Abdul, novelist

    I came across Things Fall Apart over 20 years ago. Since then I have read almost all of Achebe’s works. I admired him for writing about his culture and he was the first that wrote such a great book. It was well arranged and Achebe deserves the recognition.

     

    Elechi Amadi, author

    The first time I read Things Fall Apart was in 1958/59 after the excitement of Jagua Nana in 1954 by Cyprian Ekwensi and then the avalanche of the novel started.

    My impression of the book then was that I felt it was well-written. The language was “rock-solid’. He handled the English language competently. In my opinion, compared to his other novels, Things Fall Apart is his best. It was the first novel written by a Nigerian or an African to attain world recognition. And because of that, he became an inspiration to those who wrote after. He galvanised us into action to write books of quality as he had done. Achebe was an inspiration. Achebe was my prefect at Niger House at Government College, Umuahia. We knew each other personally. He was dutiful and dedicated. He always carried a novel at that time. He was always with Thomas Hardy’s novels while strolling around. I feel Achebe ought to have won a Nobel Prize.

    Ahmed Yerima, playwright

    The first time I read the novel was in 1973 when I was in Form Three. I found it captivating and descriptive and it made me feel I was in the village. One thing reading the novel did was to inspire me to desire to write. I marvelled at the lucid use of language. It made me see what I had never been before. At that time it was a boost that challenged contemporary writers. The book has put Nigeria in the literary limelight of the world. I have seen the book in many languages. I have seen Things Fall Apart in India. I remember I met a young man holding a translated copy in India. When I asked him if he had read it, he said the first time he read he borrowed the book from a friend of his and later proceeded to buy his own copy.

    Prof. Ernest Emenyonu,

    author and critic

    My first contact with Things Fall Apart was in the mid 60s. I was a student then. I read it in 1958 in Teacher Training school. My intellectual contact was in 1964/65. I had done a small book on Things Fall Apart meant for teachers and secondary school students who would teach and read it. And when I came to University of Nigeria, Nsukka, in 1965/66, I read it again.

    The first time I read the book, I read it because everybody was reading it. The second time was as a student. My first contact with the book was an exciting one; I enjoyed it. It reminded us of home. By the writing of the book, Achebe opened the door for contemporary African writers of the 21st century and, by his success, he had given them the boldness to write the story of their land, focusing on the traditional African culture, with the use of proverbs as part of its narrative texture. While exalting the strength of the African culture, he condemned the weakness inherent therein like the killing of twins.

    Prof. Akachi Ezeigbo, novelist

    Even though I had heard about it before the war, I read it as an undergraduate in the 70s. It was a big surprise because it was very different from anything I had read in my life. I attended a missionary school and they made us read books written by European authors, like Charles Dickens. I was amazed that literature could be written from the point of view of the African, telling our own story, bringing in proverbs and so on. Before then, all other African writers, like Peter Abrahams, wrote in English but none carried the kind of African colouring that Achebe’s book had, like proverbs, folklores and all. Chinua Achebe reflected the Africaness in his writings.

    Odia Ofeimum, poet

    I actually read No longer at Ease before reading Things Fall Apart.I read Things Fall Apart when I was 13 years old. One funny thing is that the part that stuck to my head in the whole of the book was the evil forest. This may be because there were folklores about it around me. The book wasn’t as effective then, as it is now. In my opinion, Things Fall Apart is not a model African novel but a pioneer novel that needed to be celebrated. It is not my favourite of Achebe’s books; my favourite is Arrow of God. Things Fall Apart made it seem as if fighting for the right things was wrong with the death of Okonkwo. I say it was a good fight. We needed the spirit of Okonkwo to confront evil.

    Dr. Ifeoma Nwoye, author

    I read Things Fall Apart when I was in secondary school in the 70s. At that time, because of the vivid nature with which the story was told I became a participant, especially when the story was from one village to the other. It was so close home and I understood the terrain. And any time one hears others talk about Things Fall Apart, one is moved and becomes a sort of participant.

    My impression of the book at that time because I was young, after reading the book I hated everybody involved in the killing of Ikemefuna: I didn’t like Okonkwo and the men who went with him; I hated the elders for killing Ikemefuna eventually. I didn’t like Chinua Achebe allowing Ikemefuna to be killed. I wondered: why did Ikemefuna have to die? But as I grew older, especially when I became a writer, and today, I look at him differently. As a writer, to make the story real, it must not end the way the readers want or expect. Apart from that, I was at home with the novel; it presented the traditional African society in a vivid manner that every African can identify with.

    •Parts of this report were first published in The Nation during the 50th anniversary of Things Fall Apart.