A Woman of Africa

By Nick Roddy

‘I am an African girl. That’s no longer a political assertion. it's not that i am a Whoopee Goldberg or an Oprah Winfrey, a middle-class American looking for an id or announcing a political correct. i'm a girl and i'm African. that's all there's to it, and that's my tragedy.’

In Douala, Cameroon, an African girl relates her existence as a lady of Africa to a white oil corporation employee. Her tale could be visible as an event which features a diversity of matters that impact ladies in Africa at the present time, it touches upon Aids tribal prejudice, prostitution, poverty and ignorance.

Viewing her lifestyles throughout the conflicting filters of faith and cynicism, her narrative is unique and relocating. She relates, with out hint of self-pity, her lifestyles as a Biafran refugee, as a ladies in smooth Cameroon and as an uneducated Anglophone in today’s Douala.

The tale she tells begins from her start in the course of the refugee situation of Biafra. She grows to be a willful baby who realises there's lifestyles open air the ghetto. The publication follows her as she develops right into a younger lady whose singular, eccentric and vibrant personality drives her to embody lifestyles furiously. In doing so she demanding situations the social norms of her society.

Rarely self-analytical, she forces a virtually existentist direction via her obstacles, usually falling alongside the best way yet regularly pulling her self again up with out a hint of melancholy. during the strength of her personality she overcomes hindrances to achieve her dream to turn into a lady of Africa.

This is a vital new novel – and a fictionalised transforming of genuine existence tales advised to writer Nick Roddy in Douala via Biafran refugees. Nick’s personal reports within the quarter additionally tell this novel – whereas writing it he used to be abducted by way of MEND (Movement for the Emancipation of the Niger Delta) and held captive within the Jungle for three weeks. Nick nonetheless spends a part of every year dwelling and in Douala.

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By Nick Roddy

‘I am an African girl. That’s no longer a political assertion. it's not that i am a Whoopee Goldberg or an Oprah Winfrey, a middle-class American looking for an id or announcing a political correct. i'm a girl and i'm African. that's all there's to it, and that's my tragedy.’

In Douala, Cameroon, an African girl relates her existence as a lady of Africa to a white oil corporation employee. Her tale could be visible as an event which features a diversity of matters that impact ladies in Africa at the present time, it touches upon Aids tribal prejudice, prostitution, poverty and ignorance.

Viewing her lifestyles throughout the conflicting filters of faith and cynicism, her narrative is unique and relocating. She relates, with out hint of self-pity, her lifestyles as a Biafran refugee, as a ladies in smooth Cameroon and as an uneducated Anglophone in today’s Douala.

The tale she tells begins from her start in the course of the refugee situation of Biafra. She grows to be a willful baby who realises there's lifestyles open air the ghetto. The publication follows her as she develops right into a younger lady whose singular, eccentric and vibrant personality drives her to embody lifestyles furiously. In doing so she demanding situations the social norms of her society.

Rarely self-analytical, she forces a virtually existentist direction via her obstacles, usually falling alongside the best way yet regularly pulling her self again up with out a hint of melancholy. during the strength of her personality she overcomes hindrances to achieve her dream to turn into a lady of Africa.

This is a vital new novel – and a fictionalised transforming of genuine existence tales advised to writer Nick Roddy in Douala via Biafran refugees. Nick’s personal reports within the quarter additionally tell this novel – whereas writing it he used to be abducted by way of MEND (Movement for the Emancipation of the Niger Delta) and held captive within the Jungle for three weeks. Nick nonetheless spends a part of every year dwelling and in Douala.

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