Toni Morrison, the trailblazing American author, died August 5, 2019, following a short illness, according to a statement by her family. Morrison was born 88 years ago in Lorain, Ohio, United States:
Morrison was a groundbreaking author who understood the power of language as an oppressive or uplifting force �she refused to let her words be marginalized. Her books were written from the perspective of the minority and powerless�a black African American.
Morrison not only mentored many generations of African American writers � but she also inspired many Nigerian writers who met her in her books. IN 2008, Morrison spoke at a PEN America tribute to iconic Nigerian author, Chinua Achebe, on the occasion of the 50-year anniversary of Things Fall Apart.
Like Achebe, Morrison interrogated issues of race and power in her novels. Nigerian literati remember Morrison for the profound impact she had on West African writing and publishing.
Over a sixty-year writing career, Toni Morrison published eleven novels, five children’s books, two plays, a song cycle and an opera. Some of her literary canons include: The Bluest Eye (1970), Sula (1973), Song of Solomon, (1977), Tar Baby (1981), Beloved (1987), Jazz (1992), Paradise (1997), Home (2012) and God Help the Child (2015). Morrison also taught literature as a professor at Princeton University.
In the 1970s, Morrison was largely ignored as a writer but the next decade heralded the acknowledgment of her work with many awards. Morrison’s novel Beloved won the 1988 Pulitzer Prize Winner in Fiction. The first African American woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1993, Morrison’s novels were characterized by visionary force and poetic import [that] gives life to an essential aspect of American reality.
United States President Barrack Obama awarded Morrison the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2012.
Nigerian writers mourn a totem
Ayodele Olofintuade Nigerian writer celebrates an ancestor who has now being deified:
Toni Morrison joined the ancestors, she lived a worthy life, a full one. Do not eat slugs, turn down offers of worm, feast at the table of the IrA�nmolA [deity], of the A�osa [god].
Morrison cannot die, exclaimed visual artist Victor Ehikhamenor:
Nze Slyva Ifedigbo was full of gratitude:
Writer Ukamaka Olisakwe prayed for the eternal repose of Morrison’s soul [Ka mkpulu obi gi naa na ndokwa]:
She called us�at the margin of society�beloved, wrote poet Gbenga Adesina:
Ike Anya bid a safe journey [ije oma] to the lion [agu]:
Morrison made ‘words sing in your heart even though your head does not understand it’
Writer Temitayo Olofinlua, from Ibadan, Nigeria, narrates that she read Beloved at university but did not understand it at first until her lecturer discussed it in such a way that made the author think the professor was talking about another book and decided to read it over again:
It is the way that Morrison wields language that makes her unforgettable. She makes words sing in your heart even though your head does not understand it yet. However, after your heart has sung the lines, again and again, your head gets it. And with that language, she wrote about the struggles of African Americans in America.
Morrison wrote about what it means to be African American in a way that even I, a young Nigerian student at the time, connected with the experiences. Her stories were human enough for me to relate with. That is why Morrison’s novels remain even more relevant today, as they were decades ago when she wrote them. This transcendental power of writing is what Morrison possesses, this ability to speak through her words, making the works echo through times, that is what makes her special. She lives on through her works.
Poet and linguist K?la Tub?sun describes Morrison as a force who granted black people an existence in the world as valid and authentic as others:
As a black woman writing in the world, and one who decidedly chose a spot far away from the mainstream and made it hers, she was always a force for all the world. In her books, black people and black women all over the world have come to find their way of existing in the world as valid and authentic as others’.
I will remember her with these memorable lines from her Nobel lecture: ‘We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives’ and more profoundly, ‘Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation.’ For this, and for her work as a strong forebear, I will cherish her memory and the challenge she has left for us.
The ‘black woman writer’
In an interview with the Paris Review, Morrison � who ordinarily abhorred labels � made an exception and embraced the title black woman writer. She admitted that her work as a writer is to make meaning out in the world in response to the incredible violence and willful ignorance she witnessed throughout her lifetime:
It is not possible for me to be unaware of the incredible violence, the willful ignorance, the hunger for other people’s pain. I’m always conscious of that, though I am less aware of it under certain circumstances. What makes me feel as though I belong here � out in this world � is not the teacher, not the mother, not the lover, but what goes on in my mind when I am writing.
Then, I belong here and then, all of the things that are disparate and irreconcilable can be useful. Struggling through the work is extremely important�more important to me than publishing it.
Source: Global Voices