By Nick Roddy
‘I am an African lady. That’s no longer a political assertion. it's not that i am a Whoopee Goldberg or an Oprah Winfrey, a middle-class American looking for an identification or announcing a political correct. i'm a girl and i'm African. that's all there's to it, and that's my tragedy.’
In Douala, Cameroon, an African girl relates her lifestyles as a girl of Africa to a white oil corporation employee. Her tale may be obvious as an adventure which contains a diversity of concerns that have an effect on girls in Africa at the present time, it touches upon Aids tribal prejudice, prostitution, poverty and ignorance.
Viewing her existence in the course of the conflicting filters of faith and cynicism, her narrative is unique and relocating. She relates, without hint of self-pity, her existence as a Biafran refugee, as a girls in glossy Cameroon and as an uneducated Anglophone in today’s Douala.
The tale she tells begins from her delivery in the course of the refugee problem of Biafra. She grows to be a willful baby who realises there's lifestyles outdoors the ghetto. The publication follows her as she develops right into a younger lady whose singular, eccentric and vibrant personality drives her to embody lifestyles furiously. In doing so she demanding situations the social norms of her society.
Rarely self-analytical, she forces a virtually existentist direction via her boundaries, often falling alongside the way in which yet continually pulling her self again up with no hint of depression. in the course of the strength of her personality she overcomes stumbling blocks to achieve her dream to develop into a girl of Africa.
This is a crucial new novel – and a fictionalised remodeling of actual lifestyles tales instructed to writer Nick Roddy in Douala through Biafran refugees. Nick’s personal studies within the zone additionally tell this novel – whereas writing it he was once abducted through MEND (Movement for the Emancipation of the Niger Delta) and held captive within the Jungle for three weeks. Nick nonetheless spends a part of every year dwelling and in Douala.
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