In summer 2005, I took classes at the University of Ghana in Accra — in between pickup basketball games and nervously navigating the jitney-style “tro tro” bus system.
Among my self-discoveries that summer was an appreciation for the African aesthetic. I complemented my coursework on the oral histories of Sundiata and the short-lived political writing of Kwame Nkrumah with wood-carving, food culture, drumming, and storytelling. I read and re-read passages from a worn copy of “Th” under a baobab tree, and excitedly emailed a childhood friend from an Internet cafe to tell him that his New England university was home to Chinua Achebe, whose classic 1958 novel “Things Fall Apart” reinvigorated my dream to be a writer.
What clicked for me that summer was that so much of this art and culture I was exploring wasn’t an answer to the dominant themes of my western world. They stood on their own. They didn’t need the West to be complete but rather I needed them to be a little closer to complete myself. In this way, I felt it all nourishing.
One of the novels I added to a list then that I only now got to was “Paradise,” the 1994 Nobel Prize-winning historical fiction written by Abdulrazak Gurnah.
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