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Miscommunication and conflict in Chinua Achebe’s Arrow of God By Noel Ihebuzor

Some basic truths – There is a strong explanatory power in a framework that holds that tragedies arise when uncomprehending humans are caught up by an issue in time and space for which they are ill-equipped to successfully negotiate happy outcomes. The war between Okperi and Umuaro is explainable using such a framework. Conflict literature identifies a number of other elements in situations of interaction that are either conflict provoking or conflict enhancing. These include unfounded assumptions, sinister projections of unfounded intentions, cultural differences, miscues, misreads of the others’ actions, communication failures, arrogance, equivocation, fear of being perceived as weak, ambiguity, idees recues and hazy bargaining.

Most of these played out in the Okperi-Umuaro conflict.
Whether arising from poor communication, or different value systems, including cultural differences or diametrically opposed interests or competition over scarce resources or personality clashes, conflicts can be severely damaging if they are not nipped in the bud as each next step in the conflict has a tendency to escalate and magnify and worsen the situation.

The Okperi – Umuofia conflict adequately illustrates this tendency towards ever widening and damaging escalations in conflict when a conflict is not resolved in its early phases. The story line is simple. The story is told in a manner that is racy but has all the qualities of “vraisemblance” and realism. A piece of land is in dispute between two communities, each community claiming legitimate ownership. Umuaro sends an emissary led by Akukalia to Okperi. Akukalia, whose mother comes from Okperi, has already a poor conception of the typical Okperi person. This choice of an emotionally and cognitively ill-equipped person to lead such an important peace delegation is a first, critical and enabling condition for conflict enlargement.

Secondly, Akukalia assumes that because his mother comes from Okperi, he can get away with certain offenses which someone else without such an ancestry could be punished for. A second seed of conflict, this faulty assumption, is thus sown. Third, the delegation chooses a wrong market day to carry out the assignment. Most Igbo communities do not hold peace or war or marriage talks on Eke days. This wrong choice of day plus Akukalia’s insensitivity and brashness create further tensions, especially after they refuse the traditional white chalk and kola nuts, the ultimate symbols for peace in Igbo society that the Okperi community offers to Akukalia and his delegation. Then a series of miscommunications set in with insensitive language accentuating the ever expanding misunderstanding till an exchange between Ebo and Akukalia, which touches on the sensitive issue of Akukalia’s impotence, literally throws petrol into the now smouldering conundrum. Hurt, Akukalia does the unthinkable, the unpardonable, the ultimate desecration of a man in Igbo land! He breaks Ebo’s IKENGA. Ebo shoots him with his dane gun. Ultimately war breaks out and it required the intervention of Captain Winterbottom to quell it. Winterbottom goes one step further and breaks every gun in Okperi and Umuaro.

The story is told with the right level of diction, economy and pace. No words are wasted and suspense is maintained through gradual exposure and unlayering and unpeeling.

Could the war have been avoided? I think so. With the right level of scan and risk analysis, yes and herein lies one major value of this tale of war and peace told by a master craftsman.

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Ofo na Ogu, lekwanu-o

The oil mill igbo mmiri split and spat out four units

one for Eke, Afo, Orie na Nkwo

Iyiafo weeps

Over invoked Ofor laments the kwashiorkor
that now afflicts Ogu

since fast tongued twisters took our state and sold us ash as salt

Ogu, not ofor, is the abused, when the aggressor claims and seizes it. Truth freezes, his empires ceases,

he is nwanyi ukwu aru
her steps and gait
always dancing and prancing even when oppression and falsehood wear her down, trap her soul
her steps dance any other stories but her sadness,

your affliction is your possession
if you possess, package and exploit it –
Uwa wu so packaging

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Owerri town on 31/10/2019

The craters in Owerri,
coated in mechanics greasy rags
dishivelled plastic, bits and odd ends, brimming with thick dirty mud sauce
drink cars, swallows trucks

Wet baking ovens,
Owerri craters paint tyres, lubricate, wrestle. rusticate and retire ball joints

Their gaping yawning jaws
jeer at and jab away
at the rust mud maligned,
dirt and murk soaked
undercarriages of tired cars and weeping SUVs, groaning and creaking as they creep and crawl in this sea dirt and misery, born from the greed of big men with undersized minds……

Otamiri, please rescue us
from the rot and rust
leftovers of looters who came garbed as our rescuers.

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Reflections and refractions by Noel Ihebuzor

My reflections reveal the results of my musings on life. When a third party reflects on them critically and passes them through the lenses of his/her own reality, some refractions may occur yielding refracted reflections or even reflected refractions in some cases.

Here are some of my reflections on life on one idle slow Sunday morning when I woke early and missed mass because I had to catch a flight on the snaky air routes of West Africa.

Reflections # 1 Never live in the past. Leave your past behind. Life is a present and must be lived in the present.
Reflections # 2 Never allow your past to trap your future
Reflections # 3 Never allow any sense of guilt from your past smother your openness to the possibilities that today and your future offer.
Reflections # 4 Oscar Wilde said that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. The wild one was paraphrasing a Pauline truism that all have sinned and fallen short of the grace of God.
Reflections # 5 Be careful of the present love whose love consists in throwing your past constantly in your face. This is not an act of love. It is a manipulation strategy that seeks to control, dominate and overpower you by appealing to a sense of guilt and dirt from your past.
Reflections # 6 Christ forgave Mary of Magdala. It was a one off thing and He never revisited her guilt after that. If your current relationship does not adopt this approach to your past failings, he or she or they do not know Christ fully, for to know Christ is to act like Him.
Reflections # 7 You must forgive yourself if you really expect total liberation from the bondage of guilt.

Bros/Sis, Na so him dey me for mouth dis early mormor as I dey wait to check in at MMIA to travel to Burkina Faso for an African microfinance summit. Make una live una lives wella, in the present and not in the past remembering that Nkiruka.

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Igbo market days and the festival of the pumpkin leaves by Noel Ihebuzor

The power and sheer beauty of Achebe’s prose. Is this prose or lyrical poetry? Ezeulu’s story of his confrontation with and triumph over the elements and the spirit world are presented in this racy and gripping narrative overflowing with imageries and symbols. The days of the week are protected by their powerful spirits but the priest of Ulu worsts them all and who emerges at the end a liberator and successful negotiator and one who also carries the weight of the failings of his people and buries these at Ulu’s shrine. In the engagement with the four market days and in his race through the town, the High Priest of Ulu is offering supplications for the wishes for the protection of the clan and prayers for their future. He is also carrying the weight of the needs of the clan and all their failings on his frame as he rushes into Ulu’s shrine where he drops these.

This encounter of expiation of sins and renewal for the future is told in a style that grips and awes. The Igbo world view presented here is deep and fascinating.

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Achebe, the master story teller – a short glimpse of his skills by Noel Ihebuzor

The beauty of Achebe’s prose. He has appropriated the English language and breathed Igbo into its core. He speaks Igbo in English. Ezeulu’s pragmatism shines forth as does the patriarchal mindset that defines and shapes him. Simple yet deep, ordinary yet majestic are the best ways to define this artistic tour de force which this master word and “storysmith” achieves in these lines.

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JGS 11:29-39A

The Spirit of the LORD came upon Jephthah.
He passed through Gilead and Manasseh,
and through Mizpah-Gilead as well,
and from there he went on to the Ammonites.
Jephthah made a vow to the LORD.
“If you deliver the Ammonites into my power,” he said,
“whoever comes out of the doors of my house
to meet me when I return in triumph from the Ammonites
shall belong to the LORD.
I shall offer him up as a burnt offering.”

Jephthah then went on to the Ammonites to fight against them,
and the LORD delivered them into his power,
so that he inflicted a severe defeat on them,
from Aroer to the approach of Minnith (twenty cities in all)
and as far as Abel-keramim.
Thus were the Ammonites brought into subjection
by the children of Israel.
When Jephthah returned to his house in Mizpah,
it was his daughter who came forth,
playing the tambourines and dancing.
She was an only child: he had neither son nor daughter besides her.
When he saw her, he rent his garments and said,
“Alas, daughter, you have struck me down
and brought calamity upon me.
For I have made a vow to the LORD and I cannot retract.”
She replied, “Father, you have made a vow to the LORD.
Do with me as you have vowed,
because the LORD has wrought vengeance for you
on your enemies the Ammonites.”
Then she said to her father, “Let me have this favor.
Spare me for two months, that I may go off down the mountains
to mourn my virginity with my companions.”
“Go,” he replied, and sent her away for two months.
So she departed with her companions
and mourned her virginity on the mountains.
At the end of the two months she returned to her father,
who did to her as he had vowed. http://bit.ly/1j6IVSe

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Wrestling with one’s chi – a duet

Noel Ihebuzor's avatarReflections

By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels

my chi is a muse, impish
invisible fellow lurking
behind my ears and my tongue
whispering when I am not ready
sauntering away when I am

mine whispers words in woven gold flights
spiraling from blood to my ears
as my eyes open; dream-writing, I call it
and the words melt in daylight like mist
before I have reached for my pen

quicksilver, erratic
unpredictable, nagging like a stubborn dream
on those days when fresh minty words stream
down my running fingers
and then only to turn off the faucet
when incipient joy in showering in the deluge
of singing is huge

they gift us in fragments, suggestions.
if they gave us the keyed music
of the harp strung underneath particles
always vibrating, could our ears
hold the whole song?

then those days when in mischief
it fills me with words in riot
words…

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