Sometimes things fall apart, so we can put them together in a new way.
The story began at the end -set in a village near Warri, at the heart of the Niger Delta crisis, a family suffering from an unplanned transition crumbled, a company run by whites fueled the government with money, paid the police to wipe out villages, and funded an army of young boys with long thin rifles. Everyday was chaos: shootings, pipeline fires and gunboats, (this book told me more than I’ve ever known about the Niger Delta crisis), yet learning, loving and living remained key ingredients of the book.
Tiny Sunbirds Far Away introduces you to a broke Alhaji who never stops talking about riches, his graduate second wife who can’t speak English, let alone recognize synonym, his wise illiterate first wife, a timid granddaughter who carries the world inside her, a hopeful-turned-angry grandson and a white man who eventually proves his Nigerianess.
Summary: A family of four became three when the father left. Peeled away from their comfortable life in Allen Avenue, Ikeja, a mother and her two children -Blessing and Ezekiel-reluctantly journeyed back to their maternal hometown to start over on the other side of life. The tarred roads of Lagos, ever running boreholes and relatively clean air were replaced with soil that had absorbed too much blood, rivers that were thick with oil spillage and air filled with smoke from pipeline fires. Their bond was broken, hope was lost and things fell apart. But then there was something that kept each of them from hitting rock bottom.