It was a normal Sunday morning, armed with Black Kiwi Polish and old pantyhose I begun shining my Crocket & Jones. This was my morning ritual before going to Sunday school. After agreeing to my mischievous suggestion, Lebohang and I departed for the nearest church instead of the one our families belonged to which was a much longer walk away.

Behind Today

Born in Ubah to the Bahumono clan, in the river area of Cross River State, Anozeng lived very happily with his siblings, four brothers and a sister. The eldest, Obeten, was five years older than him and was seen as big brother of the family in many regards. The second, a once stoutly built young man who become a shadow of his previous looks, was three years older than him while his younger ones Ada, Brendan and Egbe were three, five and seven years younger than him respectively. Everyone loved to have a good home and this family looked up to Obasi to sustain and bring them to their destiny. One morning, while they were in their village Ubah, Anozeng and his sister Ada decided to follow other villagers to hunt for periwinkles along the Ubah swamps which are bounded by Bhatebha to the west and Bhazumutong to the north towards Othumusa the ancestral home of the Bhahumonos. Not familiar with the terrain, since they had not been staying in the village but in the local government headquarters in Obubra, it was not easy to locate places except those they had been to in the village and, for this reason, both children needed to be very careful as they followed other villagers for the periwinkle hunting. In the swarm, Ada tried to ensure that they walked closely in the company of other villagers and though she was younger, she felt she had the responsibility of ensuring their well-being which makes her caution Anozeng, “please don’t go too far away from the group as you well know we are but children in this company and we need to listen to them since we can’t even locate our way back home.”

Boarding School

One of my first boarding school experiences involved meat. I think back and shudder at the memory. Not used to fighting for food, I lined up with every other girl waiting to get my first serving of beef, overcooked veggies and burnt pap. It was a long queue. Those who were 'in the know' had all lined up early, and were getting their fair shares of 'top layer', i.e.


When I was twelve-years old I had thick hair that went down to my knees which many admired.

Mother Interrupted

I was overdosing on the bed next to my three month old daughter after feeling like my life wasn't worth living. It was more than post-natal depression. I wasn't needed, I was born into a miserable existence. Two beings of light told me that there was no coming back after this and that if I wanted to see my daughter grow up, I would have to get to hospital immediately. I couldn't move.


The houses in L-section tear themselves in two. Built to be four roomed homes - the standard really is a kitchen, a lounge and two bedrooms - they stand when I am born as two halves of a creaky whole. They were made simply, to house simple people. They were made by simple people too, who thought when they were done, they could squeeze two Black families in two halves of a four room house.

A Dying Legacy

After my brother and I are dead, the Gule family line from my grandfather, William Gule, will come to an end in the patriarchal sense. I mention this fact because there has always been in my upbringing the idea that the Gule family name, along with the values that were transmitted to us, via my parents, by my grandparents, had to continue.

Ntone Edjabe, journalist, respected DJ, founder and editor of Chimurenga Magazine

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