{{Almost one month after Nigeria bade farewell to literary icon, Prof. Chinua Achebe, issues associated with the colourful rites of passage are yet to be exhausted.}}<\/p>\n
Nobel laureate, Prof. Wole Soyinka, Wednesday came down hard on those he says are still \u2018caviling\u2019 at his absence from the funeral of Achebe that climaxed on May 23, 2013 at his home-town, Ogidi, Anambra State.<\/p>\n
In a statement issued Wednesday, titled \u201cThe Village Mourners Association\u201d, the literary giant said he \u201cis a solid believer in the collective rites of Farewell. I believe in Ritual. Humanity is often assisted to reconcile with loss in a collective, and even spectacular mode.\u201d<\/p>\n
And the choice to participate or not, he insisted, \u201cbelongs to each individual, including even those who arrogate to themselves the mission of imposing on others their own preferred mode of bidding farewell.\u201d<\/p>\n
To Soyinka, \u201cthese self-righteous clerics are dangerous beings, especially where they flaunt the credentials of secular learning and gather in caucuses of presumed Humanities.\u201d<\/p>\n
Soyinka, in a recent interview with The Guardian, had frowned on making his \u2018absence\u2019 from the funeral a subject of debate on the Internet.<\/p>\n
Reacting to a question on his view about life after death, he had said: \u201cBefore I answer that question, let me make a plea. I want to request the media to stop creating problems where there are none. I am referring to\u2026 even after all one has been saying and writing, and through interviews etc. <\/p>\n
Even after \u2026Chinua Achebe \u2026 his last tribute, the poem to show we should respect the dead, and that mourning is a continuous process\u2026 it is not just now that he is dead. I am shock to read online\u2026 it was actually sent to me something like, \u2018J.P. Clark, Soyinka shun Achebe\u2019s funeral.\u2019<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me, this is so mischievous and dishonest. If I didn\u2019t go to the funeral, it was because I couldn\u2019t. In any case, we all have our way of sending off people. I haven\u2019t seen J.P. … since we made that statement. <\/p>\n
I am sure that there were reasons why he couldn\u2019t be there. There are reasons why I couldn\u2019t be there. But my presence was still there. As far as I am concerned, I was heavily there. We all have different attitudes to this thing. <\/p>\n
The media, especially a lot of this Internet blogs and so on, should just lay off and stop polluting the airwaves with their own diseased antagonism which they want to foist on other people.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet people resolve their own relationship the way they want. They shouldn\u2019t have imposed relationship. What is that? \u2018Wole Soyinka, J.P. Clark shun…\u2019 Shun is active. If \u2018they couldn\u2019t be present\u2019 had been used, one wouldn\u2019t have bothered, that is passive. \u2018Shun\u2019 means you take a deliberate action. What kind of nonsense is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Part of Soyinka\u2019s statement read: \u201cFrom the herd, the mindless Internet fiddlers for whom the landing of a planetary probe, or a medical breakthrough is simply distraction from fraudulent Internet mailing, nothing less is expected. <\/p>\n
What menaces the collective health of society is when the deserving highs of intellectual application of the former, become indistinguishable from the loutish low of the latter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The renowned dramatist, poet and social crusader insists: \u201cI do not pander to the expectations of the sanctimonious,\u201d noting that he could absent himself from any event, \u201cfor reasons that are personal to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can absent myself as the result of a mundane domestic situation, as legitimately as from a visceral rejection of occupancy of the same space, at the same time, in the same cause, with certain other participants.<\/p>\n
\u201cI may absent myself for the very reason of my disdain for that breed which is certain to cavil at the very fact of my absence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Condemning what seems like romanticising his absence as the matter has since become a subject of debate online, Soyinka declares, \u201csuch specimens pollute the very space they claim to honour. <\/p>\n
Sputter and rage they may, but even the most illustrious of that ilk cannot control that choice, neither will they be permitted free passage to encroach upon, and abuse the private spaces of human responsiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dismissing his critics, Soyinka said: \u201cYour psychological profile is commonplace. It is not the honour to Chinua that agitates you, no, it is your own self-regarding that seeks to be reflected in the homage to a departed colleague. <\/p>\n
It does not take a psycho-analyst to recognise this phenomenon of greedy acquisitiveness, even of immaterial products. Like emotional parasites, you feed off others, but you have never learnt to value what others give, or be thereby nourished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Soyinka described the architects of the attacks on him as \u201catavistic minds\u201d that \u201conce disseminated an unbelievably primitive accounting for Chinua Achebe\u2019s motor accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
After narrating the story, especially \u201cfor those who seek light relief from ponderous unctuousness,\u201d Soyinka asserts: \u201cYes, it is that same breed that continues to sow poison in the minds of the susceptible. Alas for you, it so happens that some of us insist on our own way of commemorating, of being there, even when absent.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou, by contrast were never there, however ostentatiously you position yourselves at the event, or at vicarious gatherings to denounce, attribute sinister motivations, and inseminate hate against those whom your pedestrian vision cannot see.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour very loudness proclaims your absence. You were always absent. You will always be absent. So, this communication is not really meant for you but for those potential almajiri \u2013 whose minds you corrupt daily with your jeremiads in that accommodating madrassa known as Internet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs a teacher, I lament your failure to use the opportunity of the passing of a revered writer to turn your younger generation in enlightened directions. You have chosen instead to coarse their sensibilities and breed in their minds misunderstanding, suspicion and above all \u2013 hate!<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will have understood by now how I have come to view you as no different from the homicidal clerics who arm youths with kerosene and match, cudgel and knife, a few Naira in their beggars\u2019 bowls, and dispatch them to set fire to structures of comradely cohabitation, of reflection, of mind enlargement, and destroy communities of learning. Your gospel of separatism goes beyond the geographical \u2013 in which I have not the slightest interest! \u2013 but the humanistic. <\/p>\n
The difference is in the weapon \u2013 in your case, poison, mind corrosion. The means \u2013 Internet, and its wide open, undiscriminating generosity. That is where you lay spores of poison, and doom future generations to a confinement of human relationships within the darkest corners of the mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
Soyinka\u2019s concluding remark, a warning, is both stern and sarcastic: \u201cYou are beyond pity. Kindly absent yourselves from my funeral, when that event finally intrudes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The statement reads thus: \u201cNigerians who are old enough will surely recall the source of the above title. For others, I ought to narrate its origin. Fortunately, early this year, I delivered a lecture at the University of Ibadan where I made a passing reference to the true owners of that copyright. <\/p>\n
Here is the relevant section: \u201cAt the passing of a short-lived dictator, his successor decreed two weeks of mourning, two weeks during which the nation went into a coma. <\/p>\n
Even the television and radio stations closed down \u2013 nothing but martial and funeral music was played, while churches and mosques took over the abandoned air-waves to drown the nation in suras and canticles of lachrymose outpouring. <\/p>\n
A very sharp group quickly formed something that was called the National Mourners Association \u2013 clever lot! While the nation was quarantined and bogged down in the orgy of lamentation, they were touring the world, sponsored by government, to take the gospel of anguish to every corner of the world that boasted a Nigerian diplomatic mission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that was at the death of Gen. Murtala Muhammed. But now, we turn to address the latest progenies of that association, operating in a different clime and context, but cacophonously enmeshed in variations on that ancient tune.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen that day comes that individuals encounter hostility over their sensibilities in dealing with loss in their own way, privately, away from public eye, with or without symbolic public gestures, then we are witnessing the end, not simply of plain civility, but of civilisation, and the enthronement of Fascism.<\/p>\n
It is not the intolerance and excess of a moment\u2019s excitation, but of a cultivated arrogance and will to imposition, one that attempts to dictate the private responses of others to shared events. <\/p>\n
Once again, we are confronted with the Nigerian phenomenon of the egregious appropriation of what is not on offer and thus, is not subject to dispute. Where frustrated, these claimants reel out chapters from their Book of Imprecations.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet it be stated here, for the avoidance of doubt, that I am a solid believer in the collective rites of Farewell. I believe in Ritual. Humanity is often assisted to reconcile with loss in a collective, and even spectacular mode. <\/p>\n
The choice to participate or not, however, belongs to each individual, including even those who arrogate to themselves the mission of imposing on others their own preferred mode of bidding farewell. <\/p>\n
These self-righteous clerics are dangerous beings, especially where they flaunt the credentials of secular learning and gather in caucuses of presumed Humanities. <\/p>\n
From the herd, the mindless Internet fiddlers for whom the landing of a planetary probe, or a medical breakthrough is simply distraction from fraudulent Internet mailing, nothing less is expected. <\/p>\n
What menaces the collective health of society is when the deserving highs of intellectual application of the former, become indistinguishable from the loutish low of the latter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not pander to the expectations of the sanctimonious. I can absent myself from any event, for reasons that are personal to me. I can absent myself as the result of a mundane domestic situation, as legitimately as from a visceral rejection of occupancy of the same space, at the same time, in the same cause, with certain other participants. I may absent myself for the very reason of my disdain for that breed which is certain to cavil at the very fact of my absence. <\/p>\n
Such specimens pollute the very space they claim to honour. Sputter and rage they may, but even the most illustrious of that ilk cannot control that choice, neither will they be permitted free passage to encroach upon, and abuse the private spaces of human responsiveness.<\/p>\n
\u201cI shall speak to them directly: your psychological profile is commonplace. It is not the honour to Chinua that agitates you, no, it is your own self-regarding that seeks to be reflected in the homage to a departed colleague.<\/p>\n
It does not take a psycho-analyst to recognise this phenomenon of greedy acquisitiveness, even of immaterial products. Like emotional parasites, you feed off others, but you have never learnt to value what others give, or be thereby nourished. <\/p>\n
I recognise you, atavistic minds \u2013 was it not your type that once disseminated an unbelievably primitive accounting for Chinua Achebe\u2019s motor accident? Here goes the story, for those who seek light relief from ponderous unctuousness:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened was that I found myself unable to return to Nigeria for a Colloquium in honour of Chinua\u2019s sixtieth birthday. My dramatic mind immediately scrambled for some striking manner of compensation. <\/p>\n
So, I telephoned a business friend who had some agricultural connections in Delta State and told him: find the chunkiest, spotless ram in Delta State \u2013 all white or all black, but a thoroughbred of striking physique. <\/p>\n
Find a leather pouch, tie it to its neck with the following message and deliver it at the venue of the Colloquium. I no longer recall the exact dictated wording, nothing inspirational, just the usual felicitations and injunctions to turn that ram into asun for general feasting.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose who attended the event will recall the grand entry of the gift – as reported by one and all, including the foreign visitors, and Chinua\u2019s reported reaction, seated on the podium. He shook head and said, \u201cTypical of Wole\u201d. <\/p>\n
The ram was then led off to meet its destiny at the hands of the gathered. (As a side note, it was I who took a gift away from his seventieth at Bard University \u2013 a sobering flash of time past that resulted in my ELEGY FOR A NATION. I had that poem re-published to mark the day of his funeral.)<\/p>\n
\u201cOur story is only beginning. On the way back from that celebration, Chinua had his accident and was flown to the United Kingdom (UK). At the first opportunity, I made my way there and called up the High Commissioner, Dove-Edwin, who was certain to know the hospital location. <\/p>\n
It turned out that he also planned a visit that afternoon, and he agreed to give me a ride. We waited \u2013 I was joined by two others \u2013 waited, and waited, then a phone call came from him that the visit had been called off. The High Commissioner would explain why, on arrival \u2013 over a promised dinner, as compensation.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat explanation was this: Dove-Edwin had received communication that some of \u201cChinua\u2019s people\u201d \u2013 a university professor among them, who was named \u2013 had pronounced publicly that \u201cChinua should have known better than to accept a spotless ram from his enemy\u201d \u2013 yes, that was the word used \u2013 \u201cenemy\u201d. I verified this report from various other sources. <\/p>\n
Later, an alternative diagnosis surfaced: \u201cChinua had been too long away from the chieftaincy politics of his hometown, otherwise he would have realised that the title that he took was coveted by some others \u2013 and these were deeply steeped in traditional psychic combat\u201d. In short, those rivals \u201cdid him in\u201d. Both diagnoses competed for dominance for a while, petering out eventually.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the promotion of that alternative cause-and-effect however, Dove-Edwin had re-scheduled, and we had a most bracing, optimistic afternoon with Chinua. Yes, our patient was eventually told the cause of the earlier postponement, and he had a good laugh. <\/p>\n
On my return to Nigeria, I could not wait to take the opportunity of a public lecture to invite all desperate enemies to please send me their rams of choice \u2013 spotless, spotted, piebald, stripped or nondescript \u2013 so I could treat starving writers to free meals in my home for the rest of the year. And I promised to taste a piece of each ram before serving.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, it is that same breed that continues to sow poison in the minds of the susceptible. Alas for you, it so happens that some of us insist on our own way of commemorating, of being there, even when absent. <\/p>\n
You, by contrast were never there, however ostentatiously you position yourselves at the event, or at vicarious gatherings to denounce, attribute sinister motivations, and inseminate hate against those whom your pedestrian vision cannot see. <\/p>\n
Your very loudness proclaims your absence. You were always absent. You will always be absent. So, this communication is not really meant for you but for those potential almajiri \u2013 whose minds you corrupt daily with your jeremiads in that accommodating madrassa known as Internet. <\/p>\n
As a teacher, I lament your failure to use the opportunity of the passing of a revered writer to turn your younger generation in enlightened directions. You have chosen instead to coarse their sensibilities and breed in their minds misunderstanding, suspicion and above all \u2013 hate!<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will have understood by now how I have come to view you as no different from the homicidal clerics who arm youths with kerosene and match, cudgel and knife, a few Naira in their beggars\u2019 bowls, and dispatch them to set fire to structures of comradely cohabitation, of reflection, of mind enlargement, and destroy communities of learning. <\/p>\n
Your gospel of separatism goes beyond the geographical \u2013 in which I have not the slightest interest! \u2013 but the humanistic. The difference is in the weapon \u2013 in your case, poison, mind corrosion. The means \u2013 Internet, and its wide open, undiscriminating generosity. That is where you lay spores of poison, and doom future generations to a confinement of human relationships within the darkest corners of the mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are beyond pity. Kindly absent yourselves from my funeral, when that event finally intrudes.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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