Changing My Mindset

Man and boy and bookIf you are a fan of Chimamanda Ngonzi Adichie’s books, you have to download the BBC World Book Club podcast in which she discusses Half of a Yellow Sun.

One of things that struck a chord for me was Chimamanda’s revelation that for the first years of her life she thought about the world through the prism of Europe and America because of the books she read.  For a while all her short stories were about British people and an unhealthy obsession with ginger beer.

Until I was about 9, I didn’t know it was okay to write about people like me.

Interesting.

I have a friend who is writing a book set in Eastern Europe with eastern European characters.  He’s a Ugandan man who until a few years ago lived no where else but here. Oh, and he’s never been to Eastern Europe.

While I may be completely wrong in relating his work to what Chimamanda said, it reminded me of stuff.  Like how many books by African writers must have a white man or woman in order to ‘make sense’ to the rest of the world.  Like how descriptions of ourselves are not informed by what we know about our villages, our countries or our continent, but what the rest of the world thinks of us.

I am one to talk.

Looking around my house as I write this, I see that I am no different.  I’ve tried to make my house as ‘African’ as possible – tribal masks from Congo and Rwanda, Masaai sculptures, Kiganda baskets, Ghanaian printed reed chairs, cow skin pouf, large picture of African setting sun … These are things I have been told by interior design magazines are elements of ‘colonial’ design and ‘safari’ living.  I would never decorate my home the way my grandmother did.  That’s too rural for me.

Yeah, I’m a hypocrite.

Anyway.

Chimamanda said what I already knew, but hearing it again, a loud brought it home.

The power of literature … stories inform how you see yourself and what you think of yourself.  I often ask my friends, ‘What are your kids reading?’  It’s important to have children see that their stories are worthy of literature.  It’s okay for them to read Enid Blyton, but have them read Nigerian literature as well.

I couldn’t agree more.

I have Jo and Jeff for the weekend.  The first item on the program is to look for good children’s books by Ugandan writers that tell Ugandan stories.

Wish me luck.

7 Comments to “Changing My Mindset”

  1. When it comes to interior design unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, my grandparents living rooms look much like the ones I grew up and probably the ones I will have when I have my own house.
    Besides that, I totally agree with you. I know writers whose work has been turned away by publishers for fear they won’t connect with a western audience.

  2. That book is my ultimate favorite one by an african author !
    Now if I may disagree with you Tumwi (unusual for me !), I did my secondary school in Central Africa and read all those book by Western Africa authors that I really couldn’t relate too: set deep in the village, rural, etc…as much as I was living in Africa, my reality was of urban, not rural Africa. But then again, I am of mixed descent, and have lived half my life outside this continent, so what I am supposed to relate too or be informed by ? It is more complicated than it seems….

    • Oshun, welcome back from somewhere. I miss your blog updates … Surely the little nomad has been up to some new adventures …

      I agree that there is a body of African literature that appears removed from reality – particularly the reality of people born and raised in the latter part of the last millennium and who live in urban centers on the continent. I know the kind of books you speak about. They are the ones where there are no alarm clocks and chicken wake you up from your slumber in the morning. The ones that romanticize milking cows, herding goats and spending nights around the fire gazing at the stars.

      I guess my argument is for us to write more about our own experiences whether urban or rural, African or mixed, migrant or local. Then we need for our children to read those books, in addition to all the other literature from around the world.

      I grew up with books around me. However, in 1980s Uganda there was not much choice for us on the market. All the books in my primary school library were relics of the post-colonial hey day. All the books at home were either donated to us by friends from abroad or were handed down from my sisters. The only children’s books on Africa that we had were “Jambo Means Hello” and “One is Moja”, which were basic teach-yourself-Swahilli book that ironically my parents bought in Canada and a well thumbed copy of Ankole folklore stories.

      I remember how excited I was when in my upper primary school I was introduced to the Pacesetter Series (http://www.africabookcentre.com/acatalog/index.html?http%3A//www.africabookcentre.com/acatalog/Pacesetters.html&CatalogBody). Pacesetter books opened my world to the experiences of people my age in Kenya, Gambia, Nigeria, Guinea, South Africa, Niger … They were wonderful for that time.

      I’m preaching now (blame my father for that).

      I’m going to make an effort with the children I have the priviledge of knowing to encourage them to read more stories from Uganda. Maybe it will make a difference. I don’t know. As you said, it is more complicated than it seems …

    • I’ve also remembered the Heinemann Drumbeat series and Longman African writers.

      I wonder if they stock books for younger children (5-9)?

  3. What does it mean exactly to decorate one’s house in an African way? Putting masks on the wall and all is what makes my house authentically African?!

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