Special thanks to the Africa Book Club.
Osofisan recounts this incident about how Okigbo took him to Mbari club one night to work. He was barely out of the secondary school and Okigbo was mentoring him. How for a few hours he managed to bang away at the typewriter before falling asleep. How in his sleep the smell of the midnight oil mingled with the aroma of tobacco as Okigbo hammered and chiselled the night away. How in the morning, Okigbo showed him the outcome of the long night of creativity: a sheet of paper with some four lines of poetry. Bewildered, he watched as Okigbo read the four lines, crumpled the paper – and threw it into the wastepaper basket…
This incident flows into my mind as I examine the new edition of Okigbo’s Labyrinths, issued by Apex Books (2008). The cover – a picture of a sitting, long-sleeved, youngish looking Okigbo contemplatively lighting a…
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If you measure Rousseau against the definition of enlightenment that was popular at his time, he would not appear to be enlightened. The “enlightened” of his time believed education in the arts and sciences would lead to equality and freedom. However, if you measure him against Immanuel Kant’s definition, it is obvious that Rousseau was enlightened.
Immanuel Kant’s definition of enlightenment is as follows:
“Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-incurred immaturity. Immaturity is the inability to use one’s own understanding without the guidance of another. This immaturity is self-incurred if its cause is not lack of understanding, but lack of resolution and courage to use it without the guidance of another. The motto of enlightenment is therefore: Sapere aude! Have courage to use your own understanding!” (An Answer to the Question: “What is Enlightenment?” Immanuel Kant, 1784)
Kant’s definition means that an enlightened individual would…
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This morning, I got a Facebook notification that made me feel nostalgic. Read comments on a Note I was tagged in three years ago. Moments like this morning, I realize how much in love I was then, and how young I had to be to be able to feel love as truly as I did. It was, I see now, selfless in that self ceased to exist, yet selfish in that love like that completes one’s sense of self.
In time, when our lovers of earlier leave, we lose the obvious things that can be lost when we fall out of love, things such as a longed-for presence and opportunities for the demonstration of care. But if we loved at all, I think what comes after, loss, is always easily accepted parsimonious pay for the heady glory of times of memory, when one possessed another and was possessed in turn. “
Ali is a writer of great breadth and vision and his love for his country is evident. He gives voice through his characters and they are capable of deep intellectual discourse. The themes are interwoven with precision and often the flashbacks are described in meticulous detail. The issues raised are complex and unsettling.
Morning everyone, just got a positive review from the UK this morning, from British author Alison Lock in the latest Sentinel Literary Quarterly Magazine. It’s a very perceptive one. Read it HERE and please #share
Abubakar Adam Ibrahim explores the complicity of State Media and State Tyranny in Nigeria. Misinformation cannot lead to development. Incisive. Read and share.
Watching ‘Africa’s largest TV network’ sucks. That is why Nigerians, supposed proud owners of this unwieldy beast called the NTA, do not bother. They, like most humans of appreciable self esteem, do not fancy mirrors that project their hideous warts and hairy moles in 3D.
Seriously, understanding Nigeria’s problem is not rocket science. And you don’t have to read Chinua Achebe’s seminal piece, The Trouble with Nigeria to figure it out. If you still have the heart to examine what the trouble is with the ‘Giant of Africa’ all you need to do is subject yourself to the torture of watching the NTA. Not in lethal dose, just enough to shed light on things. Consider it, if you like, a sort of purgatory for sins done against your country, say handing out that N20 note to the policeman at the road block, or receiving it, or making away with drugs…
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A review of my friend’s book!!!
Anyone who knows anything about third generation Nigerian writers would know that Victor Ehikhamenor is a big fish. You only need to have followed his column in the now defunct Next newspaper to agree. Excuse Me! is a timely collection of his writings.
I recall now the first time I came across Victor’s column online, I marvelled at the poetic flow of his sentences and how he managed to inform without depressing—even when the topic was Nigeria’s numerous sob stories. I also recall that I wondered – will I ever be able to write like this? I never could, his style was fluid, personal, a trademark that belonged only to him.
Like most young writers looking for a break, It was a feeling of self fulfilment that suffused my heart when, I think it was twice or thrice, my article appeared alongside Victor’s on Next’s famous front page. It was akin to…
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