I daresay the main reason foreign books seem to be eternally more accepted than indigenous books is that we hear about their new titles & authors every day via various media while ours, close to home, are published without anyone hearing about them.
If you ask me, everyone should write. Why? Everyone has a story (or stories) – idea, perspective, experience, philosophies, and aspirations – which other people will love to hear/read.
If there is only one generously-funded literary prize in a country of 200 million people…it is because – difficulties of the Nigerian operating environment aside – there is no real market for what Nigerian writers are writing.
So, are boys really a ‘special’ burden to raise? Is Life itself is a lot of work. Is parenting itself is a lot of work. Is raising girls also not a lot of work? What useful thing in this world does not require lots of work? Why just boys? Why not children?
It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.
What is happening to Igbo language and cultures and traditional religion? Do we allow it to go into extinction? Do we allow that as a nation? Everywhere is smelling white men, yes, everywhere!