Fimí sílẹ̀ Forever: Heaven Gave It To Me
by Nnanna Ikpo
Published by Team Angelica Publishing
Published April 20, 2017
Fiction (Nigeria)
ISBN: 9780995516205
304 pgs. • Find on WorldCat
Reviewed by Stephen O. Murray
July 13, 2018
The draconian 2014 Nigerian Same Sex Marriage (Prohibition) Act becomes law during the course of Nnanna Ikpo’s (2017) novel, Fimí sílẹ̀ Forever: Heaven Gave It To Me. The law went far beyond prohibiting same-sex marriage:
4. (1) The Registration of gay clubs, societies and organisations, their sustenance, processions and meetings is prohibited.
(2) The public show of same sex amorous relationship directly or indirectly is prohibited.
5. (1) A person who enters into a same sex marriage contract or civil union commits an offence and is liable on conviction to a term of 14 years imprisonment.
(2) A person who registers, operates or participates in gay clubs, societies and organization, or directly or indirectly makes public show of same sex amorous relationship in Nigeria commits an offence and is liable on conviction to a term of 10 years imprisonment.
Olawale (Wale for short), the narrator of the novel, is a human rights lawyer whose sexual experience is exclusively with other males, though he has convinced himself that he can be a faithful husband to Tega, a woman who works with him in a Nigerian human rights organization that mostly advocates for those engaging in homosexuality. Along with a background in which the love of his life was a male schoolmate who felt he had to marry a woman and cease homosexual activity, Wale is from a Pentecostal Christian background. He tells himself that he is bisexual, while presenting himself as a straight champion for gay rights (without ever actually saying he is “straight”).
Wale has an identical twin, Oluwole (Wole), whose emotional history, sexual experience, and inclinations are even more exclusively homosexual than Wale’s. Wole is also engaged to be married to a woman, Lola, who works for the same human rights organization.
The twins were unaware of each other until they were eleven but then went to the same schools and worked in tandem. They famously won a case for a battered effeminate student (Tanni Cross) against a boarding school that failed to protect him.
I have to say that even before the 2014 law, I find this legal victory difficult to believe in (too good to be true). I also find it very difficult to believe that neither of the fiancées ever considered the possibility that their affianced might have had sexual experience with other males and are totally surprised and appalled when evidence of that is thrust upon them (by the wife of Wale’s great adolescent love, who has not been able to stay on the straight and narrow heterosexual path).
The violence against those perceived to be homosexual is all too believable, and the twins flee to South Africa (the author was at the University of Pretoria when the author note was written, and his blog — http://nnannaikpo.blogspot.com/ —suggests he still is there).
What seems to me to be an insightful analysis applicable far beyond Lagos is made by Wale:
The crime that attracts homophobia is not homosexuality, but vulnerability: it is poverty, effeminacy, outspokenness. In the face of dangerously hot, homophobic Nigeria, only the protected, wealthy, ruthlessly self-serving and politically connected could ride, win, laugh, and lead normal, if not ideal lives — as people of means have done in the past, do today, and will continue to do in the future — for homophobia is innately cowardly. (p. 197)
The ready embrace of duplicity about same-sex desire on the part of publicly heterosexual men is well articulated earlier (by Iska): “That we have each other matters to me. Secrecy makes it safe and all the more desirable. Let’s not be like those who don’t understand that we, as African men, have our place of honour which must be protected and respected in spite of what (or who) we are doing” (p. 31). This widespread management of discrediting information has a lot to do with why some Africans deny that homosexuality exists in sub-Saharan Africa in general, or, specifically among the Christian Yoruba.
The front cover blurb from Binyavanga Wainaina affirms that “the descriptions of the gay scene in Nigeria are accurate.” The scene described was secretive even before the 2014 law, with everyone except the blatantly effeminate (shelleh) passing as straight, and the blatantly effeminate at a constant risk of physical violence. (A more decorous label for the more respectable, secret practitioners is “ti bii”—“of that kind.”)
For me, the novel drags in the middle section in which Wale is a human rights law professor at his (and Wole’s) alma mater, Kola [Daisi] University, where the too-good-to-be true president provides unwavering support to Wale and his project of a symposium coinciding with graduation focused on abuse of homosexuals. The melodrama, not least the conception (I mean physical conception) of the twins is quite thick. And sympathetic as I am to women whose handsome husbands (or, in this case, fiancés) are not candid about their same-sex desires and histories, I find the naiveté of Tega and Lola very difficult to credit. Also the flashbacks are often awkward and confusing, the prose sometimes “dicty” (to borrow an old African American label), and the sexuality very phallic.
For an animated deconstruction of the 2014 law (running 39 minutes) see https://nostringsng.com/nigeria-animation-video-nigeria-gay/.
There is also a 5-minute interview of Ikpo at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fcUdq74-rA&feature=player_embedded in which he says he is Igbo.
© 2018 by Stephen O. Murray
Hi Sir Stephen. Thanks for your review of my book. I appreciate the effort. A story is never truly read until you open yourself to it. The Nigerian context, if there was ever such a thing, is not something that can not be rationalised oblivious of what it emotionally and socially connotes. What is possible or not back home may not be generally unique to home. But there are peculiarities in our stories that should naturally guide us to reverence the otherness of the story of others. More so, it is the openness to possibility and difference that tills the soil for change. In the heat of the recently passed anti-gay law in Nigeria, the government was ordered to pay cash for its unjust maltreatment of Ifeanyi Orazulike, the head of a queer inclusive organisation in operation in the state capital. Unfortunately, this news does not travel as wide, and as far, as the perils of queer persons crushed beneath the law. If Ifeanyi’s victory was possible, why is a legal victory before the new anti-gay law so unbelievable? Unfortunately, the media creates a blanket version of a thoroughly homophobic Nigeria so distant from revolution, so distant from change. This is so misleading. There is a revolution brewing alongside the obvious and widely publicised human rights violation. Studies have also shown shifts in degree of public acceptance and acceptance withing families of queerness.
The too-good-to-be true president perhaps is a far cry from everything that is mainstreame about Nigerians and our relationship with the theme of queerness. The drag perhaps such an untelling of what ordinarily passes as conforming with the news, the ‘truth’. But there are several sides to a tale. I chose to tell stories of possibility. I chose to acknowledge the smaller truths that we have not celebrated yet. There are fierce, powerful and brilliant queer people and allies in Nigeria that are working really hard night and day to ensure that change and inclusion is a constantly evolving reality for us. The Pink Naira I like to call them. And for me, it begins in the schools where Lord Dennings ‘new equity’ can be found.
About the brides, trust makes the best of us unsee things even when we see them, if we see them. Our women, are nurterers, lovers and winners. More importantly, our women are human. I capture these in Lola and Tega. It is interesting your version of them is nothing like I thought them to be. Nothing like I think them to be even now.
Still, I appreciate your review. It’s a candid reflection of the world’s need for questions, empathy and understanding of the big picture. Love, change, trust and life is context specific.
I salute you Sir Stephen. Keep reading. Stay hungry.
Thanks for your thoughtful response. That the possibility of same-sex orientation does not occur to the two women working on “gay rights” is difficult for me to fathom, even though I have written about a “will not to know” that occurs (here, there, everywhere?) to those close to the “deviants” (not that I consider them deviant!).
I hope there are real people like the book’s college president!
And wish you the best in portraying and changing local (Nigerian) realities.