Ekene is an enclave bloke. He has spent a good
measure of his life in Ekwulu; a village in Anambra state. Although he has had
education up to the secondary level, he takes an aversion to it. The provenance
of his detest for education is the snafu of his brother Chukwuma who has
remained unemployed after graduating from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka
seven years ago. Chukwuma is thought to be the one with the Midas touch to turn
things around for the family being the first son and the only university
graduate in the family of twelve. However, that is not the case as grim reality
shows. Chukwuma still depends on handouts from his well-to-do friends!
Ekene the second son, going the way of many
Igbo youths, goes into trading, buying and selling footwear at the Onitsha Main
Market. After some time, he makes some money enough to even give to Chukwuma
who still forays in the job market. However, business does not burgeon the way
Ekene wants it to. Being the archetypal Igbo man with an ultramontane desire
for wealth, he wants to make enough money to build what is called in Igbo Akpu-la-Apku (An imposing edifice that
shows one’s status as wealthy). This hankering makes him consider other kosher options
for making big easy money, as news filters into his ears of one J-boy who is a
former clothes trader at Lagos line, the Onitsha Main Market, and who has just
returned from South Africa, building an Akpu-la-Apku
in his village, and even taking a wife. All of these within a span of two
years of travelling to South, as some Igbo locals call it! Ekene impressed and taken in by that, decides to sojourn
to South Africa and Gbu-Ozu (To kill
a corpse which figuratively means to make it big). He scratches and garners all
he can for the trip. He sells all his wares and rents out his shop. Everything
that can be sold, he sold!
Ekene gets to South Africa. He comes face to
face with xenophobia. That the fact he is black and some South Africans are
black does not mean they are equal. He is a Nigerian, and Nigerians are hated
for the fact that they are Nigerians. This he soon discovers. Draconian reality
sets in; there are no good jobs most especially for people of his kind. How can
he Gbu-Ozu in this kind of system? He
wonders. He tries to learn what other Nigerians like him are doing in South
Africa. He finds out it is not legit. He does not want to go to jail in a
foreign country. The news of his incarceration will kill his mother. He muses.
He thinks of going back to Nigeria to start from scratch again. But the thought
is stifled by ego. What will they say? That is the rhetorical question he asks
himself. I must find a way to survive in this land. He ponders. He tries to get
involve with a South African girl with the thought that it will make things
easy for him. At least, he will be able to get the necessary papers and maybe,
a work permit. He discovers to his displeasure that South African ladies who
marry Nigerian men are treated with contempt. They are rejected! This
complicates his plans. He is tempted to go the way of some of his Igbo brothers
in South Africa, but no, the fear of doing time in a strange land inundates and
checks that urge. He wonders where the Ozu
is (corpse which figuratively
means ready money depending on the context) in South Africa. Things are not
what they seem. It dawns on him. In the middle of his obfuscation, his family
back in Nigeria calls steadily for remittance, reminding him that they need to
have a house of their own. And that they have been living at the mercy of Uncle
Igwe whose children in Malaysia have all Gbu-Ozu.
Again, his jobless brother pesters him to make room for his coming so that they
can Gbu-Ozu together; telling him
emphatically that Nigeria is a frustrating place. The heckling becomes
unbearable, that he considers changing his phone number. But no, he cannot do
that. He needs to keep the line of communication open. At least, it affords him some level of sanity
in this dry land. He thinks.
Day
after day, there is no portent of change. It is always the same; the racial
abuse, the bullying and humiliation. All the same! The Ozu in South Africa is not worth all the trouble after all. He
affirms. Although, he did not have much in Nigeria, he lived like a king with dignity.
But he cannot go back to Nigeria. The opprobrium is unbearable. It is better
his corpse is sent to his family than for him to return empty handed to Nigeria.
He ponders. He will soldier on until luck, one day smiles on him. Ekene is lost
in a foreign land!
Fredrick Nwabufo is a writer and poet and can be reached at fredricknwabufo@yahoo.com.
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