Published- Romance of the Region

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ROMANCE OF THE REGIONS:

This is a Nigerian story that seeks to handle its three major regional identities with forceful bluntness. The unfolding tale takes a detached, yet associated view of the three main characters. Narration lumps up the entire imagery of the three main Nigeria tribes and factions into these three characters. The nature of the intricate romance that plays out shows the appropriate immediate situation in the nation. The unfolding complexities of the relationships of the characters reveal a country truly in need of the nationhood it already spuriously identifies as its own.

Adudu Wa is the pretty, unmarried Yoruba girl, from an educated family. They are of a dominant almost coastal tribe, west of the Niger delta. A highly spirited ancient clan, loud in their presence, proud in their full culture and rich in their creativity as in their wealth, at home as abroad. She is too proud to be belittled. She stoops to take in the fine scenery of personal achievement, not caring about the calm but hapless folly she pointlessly embarks upon for outwards luxury.

She would worship any popularly revered deity in more ways than any particular divinity would conventionally approve of, and still contradict the tenets of the same faith without desecrating it. She would cross herself inside a mosque and only pray towards the east inside churches. She wouldn’t leave behind the tiniest string of her hair at her regular hairdresser’s, but repeatedly gives the strangest fetish weirdo tresses of her hair for rituals to fend off bad luck and eternally trap favour for herself, whether it is represented by a guy or some inanimate object.

Ewu Kwenu is a middle-aged single Igbo man, with wealthy prospects. He is an industrious half literate, culturally bond to his self-belief and emotionally attached to his fast eroding dominance. He gloats in the densely forested eastern lands he thinks he rules.

He speaks English commonly but uses his native dialect as a sort of military code. He embodies the spirit of his proud dissident linage, made of strong willed people, incredibly hard to harness but easy to win over. In their customized nature they are mystical, traditional and religious, with a contagious bullish self-worth that made them appear very knowledgeable of western lifestyle.

Their passable use of the pidgin variety of English creates this impression. Their preference for being the only real users of their native dialect made them appear cultish in nature, with the sort of coded communication that secludes intentions in their major language, which is least spoken elsewhere. It is almost only spoken outside its origins by their kit and kin. This is their biggest weakness. It only made them industrious guests, meaningfully contributing to host communities, but less hospitable hosts to the contribution of others in their own few domains.

Arabiyu Ab’Arewamaliki is a lot younger. A multiply married Hausa lad with highly opinionated education that is as vast as it is rigid. He is of an obscure clan of commercially gifted tribesmen, settled in the arid sub-Sahara up north, above the married rivers Niger and Benue. He has enough formal education to call the bluff of western literacy’s perception of his faith’s suppressive rigidity, and act on it. He reveals he isn’t in the habit of being pretentious about the sacredness of his linage. His people are a rich stew of generations of dedicated heathens, tired of running away from slavers, drought and from their ceaseless petty tribal wars.

As the only still oddly fully committed spiritual idealist, they’re overwhelmed by doubt. The life he desires and preaches cannot run concurrently without one or two major flaws. His life as a Nigerian opts for the appropriate, as the immediate situation allows. He gets away with it because he truly needs the nationhood more than his fanatical independence. Burdened by an enslaved free spirited reality, he helplessly watches the world educate him. He gets too knowledgeable in proven world literacy to deny his follies as he desires much more on earth than promised him in paradise, just like everybody else around him, he never admits.

The narrator schooled with Adudu Wa, worked for years as a supervisor in Ewu Kwenu’s metal workshop and befriended Arabiyu Ab’Arewamaliki. Arabiyu met Adudu last and also wanted her for his third wife, before she became Ewu’s first.

Published…. Breasts of doom

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BREASTS OF DOOM:

This is a sad story, with a somewhat touching folded ending. It tells of a nameless newly married village girl, coerced into coming to the city with her husband to do menial work during the dry season. In a quick successive sequence of unending cruel happenings, she is starved by her husband and tricked into being raped by a night watchman. Her husband finds out and beats her, before he mysteriously disappears amidst a bloody civil unrest. Then the watchman is accidentally killed.

She is lost in the huge city, begs for alms to feed, sleeps everywhere in the open and became friends with a madman. She discovers she is pregnant and couldn’t return to her village, without her lost husband and visibly pregnant for someone else. Still, she hopes she could return someday. She learns her father disowned her and her mother killed herself rather than live with the shame she had caused.

She painfully lost a helpful couple in an accident and had to live in a whore house because no one else would rent her a room. She got robbed of everything she owns and raped yet again, late into her pregnancy. Right then, she gave birth to a son on her own and had no choice but return to the selfless care of the madman.

The madman got beaten to death and she is also beaten up by the same vigilante group. She almost lost her son in a fire that burnt down everything she owns, again. She got badly burnt in the fire and was horribly disfigured. Her son’s first friend was a donkey and it mysteriously vanishes like it appeared.

Amidst such suffering and cruel mockery, she sold wood and her sole objective was caring for her son. He excelled in schooling and moved to a bigger school, staying far away from her love for too long. She went after him and discovered he had fitted into his new prestigious surrounding so well that she embarrasses him.

The tale gradually unfolds with chapter opening quotes and apt poetry. It reveals to be more than just the story of a suffering deformed maiden that suffers a lot of ill-fortune, or about how her gifted son grows into being ashamed of her, despite all her travails for him. The tale actually draws parallels with an ailed federation.

It handles a flawed state of nationhood. It highlights the nation’s relationship with its people, and their disdain for what made them anything special. It hints of their never ending and never ever accomplished ulterior desire to be something else, other than what they really are; mainly a country still forging statehood for itself.