Chimeka Garricks, the man that you are?
I was immediately drawn in by the exquisite writing of this book (clearly I have a biased and definitive writing style I deeply enjoy). First can I say I AM SO GRATEFUL for writers that educate about real history while entertaining and engaging my feelings through fiction. I have learned so much more about Bayelsa, the oil exploration (moreso exploitation), Biafra interwoven, and the open bias in culture and tribalism. How everything affects EVERYTHING- the intricate weaving of history into this complex plot was done so seamlessly. And the realness of this book to the average Nigerian relating- the incompetence of that policeman to even frame Amaibi properly elicited so much laughter from me, the same way I laughed about the snake that swallowed billions in real life (thank you ooo Nigerian government- for the constant humour).
And as usual, I’ll make a quick reference- the writing style of this book is what i think Ekwuyasi in “honey butter pig bread” was trying to do and ended up confusing me. There’s a clear distinction in tone for each of the characters, I know whose brain and perspective I’m adopting at the exact point of reading. Additionally, in “welcome to Lagos” by Chibuzor, there was an introduction of this topic I was expecting to develop or hear more about, but got nothing. Chimeka DELIVERED. OUTSTANDINGLY.
Let’s talk about engagement. He wrote about a man’s erection and I shared in the joy of this (of course with deeper, darker context). I felt every emotion possible in this book- a deep love for Kaniye (for his sensibility and kindness among other things), sadness for Doye, all of the empathy in the world for Amaibi (because I related the most to him), and respect for Tubo.
I’ve written too much, but to wrap it up, this book shook me to my core. The title; so apt. Theres a part where Doye says “…there is no future for the children of the Niger Delta. Their tomorrow is already dead. It died yesterday”. Or when he said “…here we eat ourselves. Always have. Always will”. I sat in my seat, held my head in my hands and let out a tiny scream. I had to close the book and fully digested this. Because in retrospect, I began to think this about Nigeria as a whole.
After end sars in 2020, my entire view was this. Chimeka, through Doye just happened to have the words for it. This book was written in 2010- see how fiction played out in real life?? Also, maybe one day I will discuss my deep DISDAIN for GREEDY people in any form (without spoiling this book- tortoiseshell ltd). I’m determined to dream like Amaibi again, but with the sensibility of Kaniye, the realism and hardness of Doye and the acuity of Tubo. I’ve learned so much. I’ve processed so heavily. Also, sorry but why do we call that one race expatriates and the rest immigrants?
10/10. I will read ANYTHING this man writes.