Bread and Bullets
, and be no longer surprised that the
colonial Government would ban the play and imprison Hubert Ogunde for his
daring. And then, of course, his own bloodying in numerous petty battles with
bullies and the trivial and not-so-trivial causes, but all passionate, of life-and-
death magnitude on a secondary school scale: from the very first entry through
those gates he had guessed that the place would mark him for life. There was
something about Ibadan itself, a definite feeling, both restraining and exciting,
that he had taken away with him after his final year in school, a year earlier than
more than half the class, since he was one of those not selected to participate in
the post School Certificate year, newly introduced.
This feeling was that it would not be Lagos, where he had first earned a
living and which might therefore claim to have turned him into an adult; and
that it would not be Abeokuta where, after all, he had been born; nor Isara,
his second home and birthplace of his truculent grandfather; nor indeed any
place that he had yet to visit, but Ibadan itself, with its rusted arteries, its ancient
warrens and passions and intrigues, that would confirm what he had begun to
Wole Soyinka
be apprehensive about, in himself. Others might give it different names, but
he was inclined to see it as having a preternatural affinity to a lightning rod.
(
Ibadan
,
–
)
The suggestion in this passage that if Maren does not seek trouble – or
“penkelemes” – trouble will seek him out must be distinguished from
the outsize promethean heroism that later in the narrative dominates
Maren’s role as the protagonist of this memoir. For by a deft weaving
of compelling details of character, coincidence and portents, Soyinka
convincingly presents Maren as the prototype of “okunrin ogun,” the
quintessential human magnet for conflict and dissension. This is con-
tinuous with, but quite distinct from Maren’s other qualities that are
captured in the series of prescient nicknames which his godmother had
given him in his boyhood days at Ak´e: “okunrin jeje” (“gentle, peaceable
man”) and “Otolorin” (“the one who walks apart/alone”). Significantly,
the adult Maren accepts these names and their encoded attributes, but
tells his friend Komi upon his arrival from his five-year sojourn in Britain:
“I can (now) get down to the business of re-naming myself (
Ibadan
,
).”
This business of fashioning the self through acts and embodied at-
titudes which are precipitated by the pressures and crises of the newly
independent nation gives
Ibadan
its defining narrative texture, positively
but also problematically. The most positive, most affecting and espe-
cially informative for students of Soyinka’s writings are the renderings
of self-constitution relating to Maren’s brand of idealistic, radical artistic
and cultural activities. Accounts of the contexts in which the series of
sketches grouped under the title
Before the Blackout
were staged, of the
circumstances which made
Dance of the Forests
an unwelcome item in the
official program of the independence celebrations (
–
), of the incred-
ible gathering of talent, energy and idealism in the theatre companies
“Nineteen Sixty Masks” and “Orisun Theatre,” these provide the only
unambiguously positive and fulfilling spiritual “home” for Maren in the
entire narrative. This much is indeed implicitly admitted by Maren him-
self in his rueful observations on the composition and work of those two
theatre companies:
If no one else missed the Nineteen Sixty Masks after it gradually dissolved in the
seventies and gave way to Orisun Theatre, the
suya
vendors of Sagamu surely
did, for Orisun Theatre, tighter, younger and less experienced than the Masks
but full-time, more flexible and more (politically) adventurous, was to stay in
one place, Ibadan, basing most of its activities on the Mbari Arts Club, right in
the teeming heart of Gbagi market and the surrounding streets that were only
an extension of the market.
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