By
Wole Soyinka
I
am certain there are others who, like me, received invitations to the recent
edition of the Storymoja/Hay Literature Festival in Nairobi, but could not
attend. My absence was particularly regrettable, because I had planned to make
up for my failure to turn up for the immediate prior edition. Participant or
absentee however, this is one edition we shall not soon forget.
It was at least two days after the listing of Kofi Awoonor among the victims that I even recollected the fact that the Festival was ongoing at that very time. With that realization came another: that Kofi and I could have been splitting a bottle at that same watering hole in between events and at the end of each day. My feelings, I wish to state clearly, did not undergo any changes.
The
emotions of rage, hate and contempt remained on the same qualitative and
quantitative levels. Those are the feelings I have retained since the Boko
Haram onslaught overtook the northern part of our nation. I expect them to
remain at the same level until I draw my last breath, hopefully in peaceful
circumstances like Chinua Achebe, or else violently like Kofi. As becomes daily
clarified in contemporary existence, none of us has much control over these
matters.
Two
earlier commitments were responsible for my inability to attend the Festival.
One was a public conversation with a very brave individual, Karima Bennoune, an
Algerian national, whose trenchant publication – YOUR FATWA DOES NOT APPLY HERE
– is of harrowing pertinence to the events of Nairobi, a pertinence that
continues to ravage our, and other nations.
The other preventive factor was the
annual conference of International Investigators in Tunis, doing battle with
the monster of Corruption. The link of the former event is obvious enough, but
if you think the latter has no relevance to what has happened in Nairobi, or is
taking place in the northern part of this nation, permit me to correct you.
Yes,
we all know of material corruption, we confront it all the time. Tragically
neglected however is what we should learn to designate as spiritual corruption.
Those who organized and carried out the outrage on innocent lives in Nairobi
are carriers of the most lethal virus of corruption imaginable – corruption of
the soul, corruption of the spirit, corruption of that animating humanistic
essence that separates us from predatory beasts.
I
am no theologian of any religion, but I aver that these assailants delude
themselves with vistas of paradise after life, that their delusion is born of
the perverted reading of salvation and redemption. Those who attempt to divide
the world into two irreconciliable parts – believers against the rest – are
human aberrations. As for their claims to faith, they invoke divine authority
solely as a hypocritical cover for innate psychopathic tendencies. Their deeds
and utterances profane the very name of God or Allah.
Let
us however abandon theology and simply designate them enemies of humanity,
leaving a very real question that the rest of us must resolve – whether this
breed even belongs to the human race, or should be seen as a mutant sub-species
that require both moral and scientific definitions. We cannot continue to pretend
that those who have set their sight against that enabling spark that we call
creativity, those who arrogate to themselves the right to dispose of innocent
lives at will, belong within the same moral universe to which you and I belong.
Without a moral universe, humanity exists in limbo.
Not
since Apartheid has our humanity been so intensely and persistently challenged
and stressed on this continent. History repeats, or more accurately re-asserts
itself, as a murdering minority pronounce themselves a superior class of beings
to all others, assume powers to decide the mode of existence of others, of
association, decide who shall live and who shall die, who shall shake hands
with whom even as daily colleagues, who shall dictate and who shall submit.
The
cloak of Religion is a tattered alibi, the real issue – as always – being Power
and Submission, with the instrumentality of Terror. Let us objectively assess
the true nature of the dominion that they seek to establish in place of the
present ‘dens of sin and damnation, of impurity and decadence’ in which the
rest of us supposedly live. We do not need to seek far, the models are close by
– they will be found in contested Somalia. In now liberated Mali.
Fitfully
in Mauritania. In those turbid years of enchained Algeria, and her yet
unconsolidated business of secularism. Theirs is the dominion of exclusion. Of
irrationality and restraints on daily existence. A loathing of creativity and
plurality. It is the dominion of Apartheid by gender.
Of
the demonization of difference. It is the dominion of Fear. Let us determine
that, on this continent, we shall not accept that, after victory over race as
card of citizen validation, Religion is entered and established as substitute
on the passport, not only for citizen recognition, but even to entitlement to
residence on earth.
After the deadly calling card of these primitives, the rest of the Nairobi Festival was cancelled. Understandably, but sadly.
I
have however written to the organizers not to even bother to renew my invitation
for next year’s edition – life permitting, I shall be there. We must all be
there. And we must learn to smother loss in advance, not just for that Festival
but for all Festivals of Life and Creativity wherever in the world.
Resolve that, no matter the tragic intervention, such events must run their
course. Let us accept, quite simply, that a force of violent degeneracy has
declared war on humanity. Thus, we are fated to be ever present on the
battlefield until that war is over.
I
submit that we were all present at that concourse of humanity in Nairobi. We
were present by the side of every maimed and fallen victim, among who was a
distinguished one of us, one of the very best that have defined us to the
world. We were present in Mali even before this nation, to her credit, joined
in stemming the tide of religious atavism and human retrogression.
We were
beside the students of Kaduna, Plateau, Borno, the school children of Yobe, the
mangled okada riders and petty traders of Kano, beside all those who have been
routinely slaughtered for so many years past in this very nation. In Nairobi’s
hub of commerce we were present, confronted yet again with that same diabolical
test that was applied to school pupils in Kano many years ago, where those who
failed to recite the indicated verse of the Koran were classified as infidels,
and led away to have their throats serially slit.
We have been present at the
travails of Algeria, recorded for posterity by that lady Karima Bennoune
in YOUR FATWA DOES NOT APPLY HERE. We were beside Tahar Djaout, author of THE
LAST SEASON OF UNREASON, cut down also by religious fanatics. We are the mere
survivors who continually ask, when will this stop? Where will this end?
The
ones who echo Karima and that miraculous survivor Malala in declaiming – No
indeed, your fatwa can never apply here. We have been beside the children of
Cherchyna in the Soviet Union, innocents who, taken hostage, were reduced to
drinking their own urine, then deliberately gunned down as they made their way
out of a school gymnasium that had turned into an inferno.
We continue to
remain beside all who have fallen to the blight of bigotry, religious solipsism
and spiritual toxicity. We shall continue to stand beside them, denouncing,
condemning, but most critically, urging on all who can to anticipate, stem, and
ultimately eliminate the tide of religious tyranny. We have taken the side of
Humanity against those who are against.
At this very time of the latest outrage, the world body, known as the United Nations Organization was actually convened in General Assembly. We must instigate that body to evolve, through just, principled, but severe and uncompromising action, into a United Humanity Organisation, that is, thinking not simply ‘nation’, but acting ‘humanity’. It means going beyond pietisms such as – this or that is a religion of peace, but obliging its members to act aggressively in neutralizing those whose acts pronounce the contrary, so that Humanity is placed as the first and last principle of nation existence and global cohabitation. The true divide is not between believers and unbelievers, but between those who violate the right of others to believe, or not believe.
Memories
that span fifty or more years are difficult to distill into a few words.
Suffice it to stress for now that Kofi Awoonor was a passionate African, that
is, he gave primacy of place to values derived from his Ewe heritage.
That, in turn, means that he was thoroughly imbued with the spirit of ecumenism
towards other systems of belief and cultural usages – this being the scriptural
ethos that permeates belief practices of most of this continent.
We mourn our
colleague and brother, but first we denounce his killers, the virulent
sub-species of humanity who bathe their hands in innocent blood. Only cowards
turn deadly weapons against the unarmed, only the depraved glorify in, or
justify the act.
True
warriors do not wage wars against the innocent. Profanity is the name given to
the defilement of the sanctity of human life. We call on those who claim to
exercise the authority of a fatwa to pronounce that very doom, with all its
moral weight, upon those who engage in this serial violation of the right to
life, life as a god-given possession that only the blasphemous dare contradict,
and the godless wantonly curtail. This scalp that they have added to their
collection was roof to a unique brain that a million of their kind can never
replace.
A
few months ago, in New York, on a joint platform of the United Nations and
UNESCO, I entered an urgent plea into the proceedings of that International
Conference on the Culture of Peace: Take Back Mali!, I urged. At home, I
impressed that urgent necessity on our own government. I know that Kofi
Awoonor, poet, diplomat and democrat, would approve my commendation – in this
specific respect at least – of the action of our and other ECOWAS governments –
albeit after France had taken the critical lead – in taking back Mali. I
especially applaud the outgoing Foreign Affairs Ambassador Gbenga Ashiru, who
hearkened to that imperative of speedy intervention and urged it with vigour
and urgency on the African Union.
We
salute the courage and sacrifices of the soldiers who reversed the agenda of
the interlopers – al Queda and company – with their arrogant designs on
those freedoms that define who we are in this region, and on the continent
itself. Safeguarding freedoms, alas, goes beyond even the most intense passion
and will of the poetic Muse, and we must never shy away from acknowledging this
cruel reality.
Those
who believe that a tepid, accomodative approach to fundamentalist rampage can
generate peace and human dignity should study – as I have often urged – the
experience of Algeria, captured with such chilling diligence in Karima
Bennoune’s work. The cost of ‘taking back Algeria’ is one that will be reckoned
in human deficit – and unbelievable courage – for generations to come. Today, I
urge all forces of progress to – Take Back Africa! Rescue her from the forces
of darkness that seek to inaugurate a new regimen of religious despotism,
ruthless beyond what our people have known even under the imperial will of
Europe.
These
butchers continue to evoke the mandate of Islam, thus, we exhort our moslem
brother and sister colleagues: Take back Islam. Take back that Islam which,
even where it poses contradictions, declares itself one with the Culture of
Learning, one that honours its followers as People of the Book, historic
proponents of the virtues of intellect and its products. There is no religion
without contradictions – it is the primacy of human dignity and solidarity that
serves as arbiter. We call upon the fastidious warrior class of the
intellect, steeped in a creative contempt and defiance of enemies of the
humanistic pursuit.
We
speak here of that Islam that inspires solidarity with the Naguib Mafouzes of
our trade, with the Tahar Djaouts, with the Karimas and the Mariama Bas, not
the diabolism of al Shabbab, Boko Haram and their degenerate ilk. Let us join
hands with the former, and enshrine their mission as the history prescribed
destination of our creative urge.
What Nairobi teaches – and not just this
recently – is that there is no place called Elsewhere. Elsewhere has always
been right here with us, and in the present. I urge upon you this mandate:
seize back your Islam and thus, take back our continent and, in that
restorative undertaking – take back our humanity.
·
Professor Soyinka delivered this tribute today at
a gathering of Nigerian writers at the Freedom Park, Broad Street, Lagos.
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