Sitting with a cobbler shining my shoes, other artisans, all from one end of northern Nigeria or the other. Speaking Hausa. And one talked about living in Onitsha for fifteen years before leaving because of fada (fight).
When we talk of the #Igbo narrative, so problematized and written about by writers and thinkers of talent, a narrative that in instances creates “the North” as an other, we must realize that in this Nigerian history of ours, the other is not far away, he indeed shares “our” space, speaks even “our” languages and can be nostalgic about the exact same things we whip nostalgia (and weep with nostalgia) for.
Perhaps this will help a little in questioning the basis of Other Creation? Yes, it’s not a one sided thing. We must, as writers, gather as many sides as we can and harmonize them. Sides exist, yes again, but they are always lies, tricks of emphasis.