Virtually all the works of African writers of stature, from Achebe to Adichie, are alive and well because of the West. How many African looters, er millionaires have ever funded a literary event? Nonsense.
If Aliko Dangote spent one percent of one percent of his wealth on literature, we would tell the West to go kiss where the sun doesn’t shine.
The West is not the problem when it comes to African literature. We are the problem. They are not perfect but we owe them a debt of gratitude.
I don’t really give a damn about the term, “African writer.” Call me whatever you like. Just pay me. And dear White Man, thank you for the gift of contemporary African literature. Without you, Soyinka would still be staring at drunken words scrawled on Gowon’s toilet paper. The body of the White Man, it is you I salute! Nonsense.
He made this post a year ago:
November 29, 2015 at 2:59am · Olney, MD, United States