E. E. Sule’s “Makwala” Is A Labourious Journey Through A Weeping Town

E. E. Sule’s “Makwala” Is A Labourious Journey Through A Weeping Town

“Small, in-front-of-house bars were coming to life. Cheap China-made stereos were now booming with songs. Workers were returning from work, most of them in factory clothes, some still wearing hand gloves and galoshes. Skimpily-dressed ladies, with heavy makeup, smelling of cheap perfume, sat around the bars, smoking, cracking jokes, laughing. At a wobbly low table sat a small, old woman and her companions. Her eyes were small, beady and rheumy, having been drinking ogogoro for quite a while…”

Characterisation in prose fiction is not always as simple as some would think. Characters need to have their key attributes, their respective back stories, their motives and (where their lives intersect) their points of conflict…but what happens when the place of narrative action becomes a character in itself? How do the streets, hills, buildings and swamps get described in a manner that sufficient life is breathed into them? How does the ground get integrated into the story to the point of active participation?

Sule Emmanuel Egya (pen name E. E. Sule) takes a break from his day job as a professor of African Literature and Cultural Studies at Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida University, Lapai to attempt a response to these posers with his second novel. He is not new to creative writing either, having authored the novel “Sterile Sky”, the short story collection “Dream and Shame”, and the poetry compilation “Knifing Tongues.”

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“Makwala”, a novel set in suburban Kano and covering a time span that runs from the early 1990s to the mid-2000s, tells the story of two adolescents, Ende and Jackson, who share a tumultuous but strong friendship and have their childhood bedeviled by similar circumstances: Ende has had to grow up knowing only his father who is keen on concealing the identity of his mother for as long as possible, while Jackson never knew his father and is perennially irked by the fact that his mother makes a living from prostitution. Jackson attracts undue attention due to the colour of his skin — he is biracial and not-so-fondly called “Lebanese pikin” — and he enjoys the romantic interest of Kemi, a girl whose mother is well-known in Makwala and has borne several children with different men.

Ende’s father, Odula, tries hard to keep his past as a policeman and family man a secret, while he lives with the burden occasioned by the circumstances surrounding Ende’s birth. Jackson intensifies his dislike for his mother, Martha, and is further incensed by the blooming intimacy between her and Odula, but one night, he gets into an encounter that changes his life forever.

“He felt several hands working on his body at the same time. Jeans violently unzipped. Short-sleeved shirt fiercely wrenched off. His singlet. His shorts. His underwear. Almost immediately it began to rain. He was pushed roughly and turned on his belly, legs, pushed apart. He felt two palms gripping his buttocks, opening them. Something sticky was roughly rubbed in and then the hardness of a penis stabbed right at his anus, so harsh, so rough…”

The novel’s 328 pages provide an insight into the less-discussed conditions of existence in Northern Nigeria, with as much detail as the intricacy deserves, and with a flavour that is significantly different from what obtains on national dailies. Here, Sule takes it upon himself to elaborate on multi-religious relations, the irony of Sharia legislation…

Continue reading over at Medium Reviewed by Jerry Chiemeke

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