African
Autobiographies constitute an incredible and exciting genre that gives
important and enlightening insights into African society and culture. From
Antije Krog’s “Country of My Skull” to Sindiwe Magona’s “To My Children’s
Children,” African autobiographies provide fascinating and unique perspectives
on the author’s journey to gain identity.
Whether it’s Sindiwe Magona’s dynamic experience with religion, Antije
Krog’s development in her womanhood, or the great impact of Wole Soyinka’s
family on his development, these timeless life-stories open the gateway to the
soul of each author and take readers on an incredible journey. Though the works vary greatly, all include
many stories revealing the process of the authors maturing and becoming solid
and confident in who they are as their environments sculpt and mold them,
forming their identities.
Religious
experience formed a very important part of each of these writer’s lives and is
reflected in their books. Whether it’s Sindiwe Magona’s return to her beliefs
in a crisis (156), Antije Krog’s inspiration from Christians around her (209),
or Shiri Maraire’s powerful description of the kindling of her faith (181), the
spiritual influenced the steps of each of these authors in a variety of ways. Leigh
Gilmore, in her writings on women’s expression in autobiography, stated on the
formation of beliefs and religious development, “Autobiography names the
repeated invocation of an ideological formation that comes to seem natural-that
is, in the simplest terms, that autobiography is what men write, and what women
write belongs to some “homelier” and minor traditions (Gilmore 2).” In these
lines, Gilmore captures the significance of beliefs as the writers of these
works constantly reiterate, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, their
worldviews as they incorporate their ideologies into their books.
One
of the most powerful kind of exposure to the spiritual is when an ordinarily
doubtful individual is, through a crisis or harrowing situation, brought back
to the beliefs he or she grew up with; such is the case with Sindiwe Magona. In
her younger years, Sindiwe tended to look on Christianity through a critical
and often hostile lens (Magona 106). In the first chapter, she states that
Sundays were “subdued sorry dull days in which the possibility of any fun was
effectively erased (Magona 13).” She also accuses Christians of being
“condemnatory and judgmental: a group that finds it very difficult to forgive
the frailty of others (Magona 106).” Looking back on church, she states, “ The
reluctant memories of Sundays that I carry are as uninspiring as the singing I
suffered through (Magona 14).” and, “If I learnt anything in church, it was how
certainly I was doomed to burn in hell (14).” Later in the book, after Sindiwe
has become pregnant out of wedlock, she speaks of the missionaries’ vain
ignorance of sex in their education, stating, “Natural urges refused to succumb
to civilization or Christianity (Magona 97).” Finally, at her wit’s end,
without money, food, or hope, Sindiwe turns to the church in desperation, and
there, after praying, receives strength from God and returns to her home with a
new resolve (Magona 156). Thus, after many years of rejecting Christianity,
Sindiwe finally gains back her faith and moves on with the strength that only
God can give.
No
less enlightening is Wole Soyinka’s interaction with religion. Soyinka writes
about a situation in which the local religion is a complete hybrid as Christian
beliefs mix with the Yoruba ways (Soyinka 9). One of Wole’s quotes excellently
sums up the confusion of his family’s hybridized beliefs when he says, after
telling a story about an egungun who used his powers to destroy a church (Soyinka
9), “Perhaps this was what Wild Christian meant by faith, and this tended to
confuse things because, after all, the egungun did make the church building
collapse. Wild Christian made no attempt to explain how that happened, so that
feat tended to be of the same order of faith which moved mountains or enabled
Wild Christian to pour ground nut oil into a bottle from a broad-rimmed bowl
without spilling a drop (Soyinka 9).” Another of Wole’s encounters with the
supernatural is when his mother tells him of his uncle Sanya who was an oro (Soyinka
9). In one of her stories about Sanya, he became feverishly ill through what
was believed to be the an evil spirit that would have killed him if not for the
intervention of a Christian friend of the family who quickly had them make a
large dinner and leave it with Sanya to sate the spirit’s appetite (Soyinka
10-11). Wole Soyinka’s bewilderment at religion is not surprising as he
attempts to forge a stable identity in a culture where beliefs are so mixed that
a completely new and distinctive belief system is created.
Antije
Krog, though not appearing to be a very religious person, is greatly influenced
by the acts of the Christian people around her (Krog 209). Throughout “Country
of My Skull,” the works of Bishop Desmond Tutu have a profound affect, not only
on the proceedings of the Truth Commission (Krog 201), but on Krog, herself, as
he is a constant symbol of steadfast faith amidst a chaotic tempest brought on
by the horrors of Apartheid (201). Regarding his actions in the Truth
Commission, Krog sums her view on Tutu, saying, “ Whatever role others might
play, it is Tutu who is the compass (Krog 201).” Finally, after Tutu is taken
to the hospital for cancer tests (Krog 202), she states, “This wonderful man in
whose presence I always experience humanity at its fullest-humanity as it was
meant to be. This man who has made sense for us of the tortuous process of
dealing with the truth by illuminating it with insight, humor, and hope (203).”
Ultimately, Krog’s development, as it related to religion, is furthered when
she interviews Joe Mamasela, a notorious perpetrator of crimes under the
Apartheid regime (Krog 226). During their interview, Mamasela talks about his
faith and reconciliation with God, despite his sins and how he has become an
active member of the church and is even bringing in new converts (Krog 227). It
is easily apparent that Krog’s exposure to Christianity had a powerful effect
on her as she absorbed the radiance of God’s love through the faithful around
her.
Finally,
Shiri Maraire had many encounters with religious beliefs that significantly
influenced her worldview. In the majority of her book, Shiri keeps her beliefs
in the background. Though she attends church and makes references to God on a
number of occasions, it is not till much later that her faith is finally
rekindled when, after a trip to see relatives, Shiri goes to a chapel where her
life is changed forever (Maraire 181). “I stopped in my tracks, too. I had been
to thousands of glorious cathedrals and churches abroad with spiraling towers
and Gothic proportions, yet none struck me as beautiful as this humble little
chapel. Never had I seen black angels (Maraire 181).” She then says, “I looked
away so you wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes. Inside, too, was full of
Africans: John the Baptist, standing dark and strong in the river, blessing and
preaching to the masses; Moses with his long white beard looked a little like
Babamukuru, with his wide nose flaring, and the curls of his Afro looked as if
they had a life of their own as he put fourth God’s commandments. Then there
was the scene that caused me to sit in the nearest pew and gaze in wonder.
There was Jesus Christ Himself, with wavy black hair, skin of brown earth, and
deep clay eyes that looked down at me with such a pitying smile. They seemed to
say, Where have you been? I have been here all this time waiting for you (Mararie182).”
and, “There was God Himself in my own image and not the image of my oppressors.
I dropped to my knees. Here was the God I had been searching for. Not the
Teutonic God that I had been told to worship for all of these years at
missionary schools. Who had deprived me of this vision? This God knew me. His
cross was my cross. His people were my people, Mary, Joseph, Peter, Mark, and
John-all black like me (182)!” After this powerful incident, Shiri’s worldview
is changed as she goes on with life bearing a new faith that guides her steps (Maraire
183).
Another
part of African writings that makes them so unique is their attitude toward
their own nations and societies. Many Africans lived in situations where their
cultures were mixed with Western traditions through colonialism and, thus,
their feelings toward their cultures are very distinctive.
Sindiwe
Magona’s Perspective toward South African traditions, unlike her Christian
faith, which undergoes a long process of development, remains uncertain as some
of the Xhosa ways are rejected while others are embraced. Though she fondly
looks back upon nights listening to iintsomi and stories from Xhosa folklore
(Magona 5), her other experiences, among them being the dreaded incisions, in
which a witch doctor repeatedly cut her and her brother in order to allow evil
to seep out (53), prevent her from positively reflecting on her encounters with
traditional Xhosa beliefs. However, despite her negative view on some of the
more bizarre and painful parts of Xhosa tradition, she happily embraces many of
the rituals her family enacts. For instance, the scraping of the pot, an
activity in which an elder family member scratched a pot over a fire to find
out how many suitors the person in question would have based on the number of
sparks that flew from the metal (Magona 6), is looked back upon with a longing
for those days of childish simplicity. Sindiwe also writes about her rite of
passage, an experience that solidified her transition to adulthood, which
entailed her traveling with her father to a farm to purchase a heifer (Magona 62)
that was slaughtered and, subsequently prepared for a feast to celebrate
Sindiwe’s maturing (64). During the exciting evening, the women of her clan
impart their advice to Sindiwe, saying, “My child, a good daughter pleases the
parents. Your parents are very proud of you, Mind never to disgrace the Magona
name. Mind never to disgrace the Tolo clan. Remember, a good wife is like a
good daughter to a husband. She is also like a loving mother to him. We are all
proud of you. Continue with school and learn so that when we are old, we will
have someone who can help us; someone to lean on (Magona 64).” The Xhosa
traditions, though containing some unsavory practices, were an influential part
of Sindiwe’s life and aided her immeasurably in becoming confident in herself
and her abilities to succeed.
“Ake:
The Years of Childhood” shows another culture of Arica that plays a pivotal
role in guiding a young person’s process of maturing. Wole grew up in an
environment where Yoruba tradition mingled with modern Western technology
leading to odd variations between the two. For instance, Soyinka writes about
the different medications ranging from roots and other mysterious items sold by
witches and modern medication that came in “neatly labeled bottles (43),”
saying, “Often, both forms of remedies were administered together, or took
turns from day to day (43).” The disciplinary style of the culture that Wole
was raised in also showed a distinctly African side as small crimes are harshly
punished with heavy beatings (92) while especially heinous deeds warrant humiliating
parades (87). In one especially horrifying example, a local sixteen-year-old
girl is herded around town by her mother with her sleeping mat on her head as
she informs the entire populace of the village of her daughter’s bed-wetting
habit (Soyinka 87). The power of these disciplinary techniques, though they
proved to be affective in fostering obedience in children, seems trivial
compared to another event. It was not long before Wole was to enter Government
College (Soyinka 142) when his father invited a witch doctor in the middle of
the night to prepare Wole for his great undertaking (145). After receiving
instructions to from his father to remain silent, Wole is approached by the
witch doctor who, taking a knife coated in a mysterious substance, begins
slashing Wole’s wrists and ankles in a painful ritual that proves to be a
symbol of Wole’s coming of age (Soyinka 146). Following this, his father tells
him of the benefits of the incisions, among them, the power that he will always
win his third fight, no matter how tough the opponent (Soyinka 148). An extract
from Ruth Lindeborg’s dissertation on the politics in “Ake: The Years of
Childhood” gives a clear perspective on how culture affected Wole when she
states, “Engendered by the communal mother of the women’s march and the
patriarchal words of Daodu, the principle of Abeokuta Grammar School, the Wole
born at the end of “Ake” is both individual and community in confrontation with
African and European symbols of imperial rule (Lindeborg 55). This elaborates
the mixture of cultures as Wole is influenced by the community-focused efforts
of his mother while his father endears him to a more individual way of life,
making Wole into a unique hybrid who reflects the different facets of his own culture.
Ultimately, the society in Ake, though confusing, provided an excellent
environment in which Wole flourished and matured into manhood.
Antije
Krog experienced a culture in turmoil as the people of South Africa were left
to pick up the pieces left by Apartheid and rebuild a nation. From the
beginning, the Truth Commission was plagued by technical problems (Krog 14),
conflict (6), and painful accounts that put great mental stress on all parties
involved (51). The scars of racism refused to be forgotten as they held their
dying influence with a lasting power. A number of quotes capture the racist
taint of this period. In one instance, Krog’s brother says, “ When Mandela was
talking about white and black morality, how whites only care when whites die,
he should have added: blacks don’t care if whites die… but what is worse, they
also don’t care if blacks die (Krog 17).” Later, a friend of Krog’s says, in
response to Krog’s question of the definition of lying, “I don’t know. But what I do know is
that I grew up with the notion that stealing from whites is actually not
stealing. Way back, Africans had no concept of stealing other than taking
cattle as a means of contesting power. But you whiteys came and accused us of
stealing-while at that very same minute you were stealing everything from us (Krog
18)!” All of the chaos of the Truth Commission became an defining part of
Krog’s life as it is reflected in her jerky, confusing, and aptly fitting
writing-style that truly capture the proceedings of the Commission and turns
the work into something much more immersive than the average collection of
memoirs.
Autobiographies
from Africa possess very unique ideals of womanhood as the authors each share
their distinctive perspective on, in some cases, themselves as women and the other
important female family members and friends who had powerful affects on their
development.
On
the subject of womanhood, “Ake: The Years of Childhood” sets the standard as
Wole’s portrait of the female ideal is one of great strength and endurance (Soyinka
193). It quickly becomes clear to the reader that Wole’s mother is a very
independent soul as she manages her own shop (Soyinka 29) and is revered among
the other women of the village as they seek advice and wisdom from her (87). Much
later, Wild Christian and her women’s group begin to make decisions that summon
the winds of change and bring about a cultural shift that illustrates the power
of women in influencing their society (Soyinka 180). First, the group decides
to begin teaching other women to read and write at the suggestion of Daodu, a
frequent visitor to the women’s meetings, when he says, “Do you know the real
trouble with aroso? They are illiterate. They don’t know how to read or write,
that is why they get exploited (Soyinka 181).” After this, the women go a step
further by deciding to rebel against the oppressive measures being taken to tax
them (Soyinka 183). Printing leaflets (198) and giving speeches (185), the
women’s revolution against taxes continues to escalate in intensity until, finally,
the women go to the Alake and Wild Christian confronts him, saying, “Kabiyesi,
over this matter, I wish to implore you to reflect very carefully. Very
carefully. The women are saying, No more taxes. It is no time to begin asking
whether taxation began with our forefathers or not. Our women today, those
women we meet every day, they are the ones we are talking about. They cannot
afford the tax (209).” Despite the good intentions of all the women, violence
erupts and Wild Christian shows her courage and values when she protects one of
the ogboni despite all of the oppression of his kind and speaks to the mob of
women wanting to take him, saying, “I don’t know this man, one of you can go
inside and ask him. At the most, I only know two or three ogboni, so don’t
think I am protecting him because he is my ibatan. But I do not like trouble, I
don’t like all this violence. It is not what we set out to do (Soyinka 215).”
“Ake: The Years of Childhood” has a vision of womanhood that exhibits fearless
tenacity and a belief in the power to change one’s own destiny, while holding
to one’s ideals with an unrivaled strength, making Wole Soyinka’s writings both
insightful and unique.
Sindiwe
Magona also had distinctive experiences as she came to accept her identity as a
woman and mother. In one instance she looks back upon her self-conscious
feelings of inferiority and ugliness when she quotes a devastating conversation
she had with her well-meaning father, in which he said, “When you were born, I
took one look at you and fled behind the hut (Magona 76).” Though haunted by
this incident throughout her adolescence, all feelings of unappealing looks are
dispelled by the advent of her relationship with Luthando (75), a young man
whom she describes as being “tall, well-built, and strikingly good-looking
(75).” Moreover, Sindiwe states the impact of Luthando on her self-worth
saying, “I was no longer in doubt about my femininity or desirability (76).”
Later, when Sindiwe is working as a maid, she speaks of the encouragement she
received from the other women who rode the same bus as her, saying, “The
configurations vary, but the basic ingredients are the same: on bus or train,
the passengers traveling daily on the same route begin to group themselves. In
these informal structures, the domestic workers air their grievances, share
strategies, joke about a starkly harsh and brutal work environment, and console
one another; thus fortified, they advance to tackle their individual loads
(Magona 128).” Through this reinforcement and the combined efforts of aunt
Dathini’s constant encouragement and optimism (Magona 146) and her mother’s
loving support (105), Sindiwe survives her hardships and finds her peace,
saying in the book’s last lines, “By now I understood that I was part of the stream
of life-a continuous flow of those who are still alive, and the spirits, our
ancestors. I knew I would never be alone. Know this too, child of the child of
my child…you are not alone (Magona 167).”
Thus, after much struggle, Sindiwe, through the support of the women
around her, finds her way and gains strength in her womanhood as she imparts
her timeless revelation on to her granddaughter.
Shiri Maraire’s accounts of her
influential family members of the female gender shows women who are intelligent,
headstrong, and tenacious. Throughout the book, wise words are bestowed upon
Shiri by her mother (Maraire 39) and other women (43). For instance, she speaks
of a time when her mother stated after Shiri had told her that she intended to
take her mother on an exciting journey to see the world, “Your words are your
deeds. There is no place in a woman’s world for your foolish fancies (Maraire 39),”
aptly illustrating the cultural situation in Africa in which women comprised an
invaluable part of daily life as they took on the many of the roles
traditionally associated with men, such as working the family farms (13) and
entering the military in which Shiri describes them, saying, “They were women
of a new generation who wore trousers like men and could aim just as steady
(168),” and, “These women, too, fashioned their own identity. They were feared
and admired, for in battle, it was rumored that the women could be the fiercest
of them all. The Rhodesians called them bobcats because the Shona women were as
fierce as lions (169).” In another part of the book, on the eve of her wedding,
Shiri is visited by her mother-in-law to-be who makes Shiri feel her wrinkled
face, saying, “These are the marks of life. My face, just as it is, the map of
my toils and joys, is as precious to me as your little waist and your rounded
breasts are to you. This is a testimony of the love I have given to my family.
There is not a mark here that is my own. It belongs to Baba va Tapiwa, Chipo,
Farai, Tawona, and Ziyanai. It is a body of love. You see it as an old, dry,
lifeless thing, but one day you will understand that each beauty has its season
(Maraire 43).” And later she continues, stating, “ You will make my son happy,
I know, and you will be a daughter we can be proud of (Maraire 45).” These
moving testimonies to the strength of the women in Shiri’s life are both
powerful and touching, lending an inspiring tone to the work.
Shiri also writes about the women
who failed to meet their potential and instead descended into mediocrity. In
one case, Mukoma Byron, Shiri’s westernized cousin, brings his wife to Rhodesia
(Maraire 51). Shiri immediately labels Mukoma’s wife, the wisp (Maraire 52) and
describes her, saying, “She was nervous and wore long flowery dresses that
matched her complexion and hung on her in a flimsy, shapeless way, like clothes
pinned on the line to dry (56).” She also becomes disgusted by the woman’s
weakness through a number of situations. For instance, Mukoma asks Shiri to
summon his mother, who is very ill, so his frail wife doesn’t have to suffer
“the strain and fatigue of the rural areas (Maraire 54).” She later describes
the woman’s “layers of sunscreen and creams that lay in her armamentarium
against infection and injury (Maraire 62).” In another part of the book, she
recalls how during her teenage years, a woman named Rudo often came to their
house to seek safety from her abusive husband (Maraire 170). After Rudo goes
home following one of her “visits,” Shiri’s sister, Linda, launches into a
verbal assault on the shamefulness of Rudo, saying, “Sisi Rudo can get up and
leave that beast. Instead, she fixes herself up every Sunday to pray for
strength to endure his blows. Then she comes her every month to snivel all
night and get a clean bath (Maraire 172-173), and after some discussion, “Yes,
thank God I still have a heart. It is Sisi Rudo who has lost hers. She has
given up hope and become helpless. She is a disgrace to all women (174).” This
harsh statement from Linda precisely exemplifies the concept of the African
woman in Shiri’s view, who does not bend her knee to circumstances and instead
makes her own path.
Though
“Country of My Skull” bears an acute deficiency of warmth and beauty amidst a
sea of evil, Antije Krog does show her feminine side in a number of rare
instances, chiefly among them when her husband tells her, “ You always return
to me… and I never recover from you (Krog 357).” She then describes her own
feelings, writing, “My bones catch fire. I grab his slippery wrist. My skin
will never forget him, my first love (Krog 358).” Krog also describes her
exposure to the brave testimonies of women at the Truth Commission: a pivotal
experience in her search for self-identity (Krog 235). Thenjiese Nthintso, the
chairperson of the Gender Commission, states as the women’s hearings begin, “
As women speak, they speak for us who are too cowardly to speak. They speak for
us who are too owned by pain to speak (235).” Thus, emphasizing the courage
exhibited by the many female victims of the evil of in South Africa under
Apartheid. Later, Krog tells of the shortage of testimonies from rape victims
due to the terrible psychological circumstances of these victims of abuse (Krog
239). However, a number of brave women stand up for the sake of justice and to
expose the wickedness of their captors to the world despite the terrifying
intimidation of telling incidents of such an intimate nature (Krog 236). One
story in particular, shows a woman’s kindness and compassion that remain
unbroken by the unthinkable horrors they are exposed to (Krog 245). Deborah
Matshoba, after undergoing severe beatings (Krog 244), a lice-filled cell
(244), and food that defied the definition of disgusting (245), tells the
commission of how she broke through the hard shell of her wardress when, after
hearing a tear-filled exchange between the woman and her boyfriend she refused
to leave her cell until the woman agreed to talk to her, saying, “I heard your
boyfriend saying that he is going to Kaitmo Mulilu and you will not see him for
a long time. Who is he going to fight there? You see, you are in the same
position as me. He is going to die at the border and it’s my brothers and
sisters who will kill him. Maryna, why do you allow that (245)?”After this, the
two talk and encourage one another (Krog 245), showing a woman’s ability to
find the nobler side of herself despite the indefinably harsh situations that
strip people of their humanity. After saying this, Krog describes the power of
Deborah’s testimony, “The Truth Commission venue is silent. No one wants to
interrupt this story of the power of women who care, endlessly. The moment
surpasses all horror and abuse (Krog 245).” This account’s rendering of silence
on the Truth Commission reveals the power of women during its proceedings and
leaves a lasting imprint on Krog as she moves on, inspired in her womanhood.
Truly, the autobiographies that
have come from Africa are a great credit to African literature as a whole and
to the genre of autobiography. No
matter whether it’s Krog’s jerky-yet-effective style involving flashback and
the switching of perspectives, Wole Soyinka’s innocent memories of childhood
that allow the reader to experience his sense of wonder and curiosity at the
world around him, or Sindiwe Magona’s development through “losses, lacks, and
lapses,” each book shows a similar pattern of development in the authors as
factors surrounding them shape and model them into something completely unique.
These honest accounts possess a powerful effect as they show universal truths
of identity that have great relevance to the reader, no matter what his
background. Their personal and often intimate styles allow for the complete
immersion of the reader in the separate worlds of Sindiwe Magona, Antije Krog,
Wole Soyinka, and J. Nozipo Maraire, all of whom are masters at conveying their
amazing life experiences in styles that are personally fitting and emotionally
driven.
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