‘The Worst Thing to Tell a Poet Is That There Is No Money in Writing Poetry’
Nigerian poet and author of ‘The Last Time I Saw My Father’, Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto, believes many African stories are underappreciated: ‘The literary landscape is vast, and countless voices and stories have yet to receive the attention they truly deserve. It is not always about a single book but rather the collective body of work from diverse regions, cultures, and languages.’
By Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto
February 16, 2025
Illustration by Kevwe Ogini / THE REPUBLIC.
First Draft is our interview column, featuring authors and other prominent figures on books, reading, and writing.
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What books or kinds of books did you read growing up?
Growing up, I was drawn to various books; for some reason, I began with foreign novels and comics. I read writers like Leslie Charteris, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and others. But it was my mum who ensured that my literary world was not one-dimensional. She went out of her way to make sure I read African works, emphasizing that knowing where I come from is just as important as exploring where I could go. So, from my father’s shelves, I discovered Chinua Achebe, Elechi Amadi, Amos Tutuola, Fernando Oyono, and Ayi Kwei Armah. I also read Cyprian Ekwensi, Buchi Emecheta, Wole Soyinka and so many others. These African writers became more than just storytellers to me; they were guides to my understanding of the dynamics of our past, where I come from, the kind of questions I should ask and imagining possible futures.
What’s the last thing you read and disagreed with?
As for the last thing I read and disagreed with, it has to be about the state of affairs in Nigeria—the pervasive challenges that seem insurmountable, particularly the staggering cost of living. I constantly find myself asking: Why are things allowed to become so expensive? Why is it that basic commodities, things as essential as food and housing, are priced beyond the reach of the average Nigerian? I disagree with the systemic inefficiencies and poor governance that have led to this situation.
What’s the last thing you read that changed your mind about something?
The last thing I read that truly changed my mind about something was
The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin. Although I had encountered Baldwin’s work before, revisiting this masterpiece gave me a fresh perspective on the intersections of identity, faith, and social justice. What struck me most this time was his nuanced critique of religion and its role in the African-American struggle for liberation. This nuanced critique allowed me to also critique myself, Nigeria and what is going on regarding its beliefs and religions. This shift in perspective has influenced not only how I think about activism, religion, and societal change, but also how I approach storytelling and writing. It is a reminder that narratives, like Baldwin’s, have the power to provoke thought and inspire both personal and collective transformation.
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