Chimamanda Adichie, a renowned Nigerian
novelist-cum-feminist, has broken her silence on the death of James Adichie,
her father, who recently passed away from a brief illness.
On June 10, the professor of statistics had breathed his
last at the Chira Memorial Hospital situated within Awkuzu Oyi local government
where he was admitted to.
The author had remained silent on the tragic news as close
relatives engaged the press.
But on Saturday, she took to her Facebook page to pen an
emotional tribute where she conveyed her grief.
Noting she had dreaded such possibility due to his age,
Chimamanda described the experience of planning his funeral while being stuck
in the United States due to the pandemic as “bewildering.”
“And just like that my life has changed forever. June 7,
there was Daddy on our weekly family zoom call, talking and laughing. June 8,
he felt unwell,” the author wrote.
“Still, when we spoke he was more concerned about my
concussion. June 9, we spoke briefly, my brother Okey with him. “Ka chi fo,” he
said. His last words to me. June 10, he was gone.
“Because I loved my father so much, so fiercely, so
tenderly, I always at the back of my mind feared this day. But he was in good
health. I thought we had time.
“I thought it wasn’t yet time. I have come undone. I have
screamed, shouted, rolled on the floor, pounding things. I have shut down parts
of myself.
“We are broken, bereft, holding on to one another, planning
a burial in these COVID-scarred times. I’m stuck in the US, waiting. The
Nigerian airports are closed. Everything is confusing, bewildering.
“Sleep is the only respite. On waking, the enormity, the
finality, strikes – I will never see my father again. Never again. I crash and
go under. The urge to run and run, to hide from this.”
Before his death, Chimamanda had recounted her family’s
experience during the Biafran War, admitting they had lost everything while
their career trajectory sharply changed and divided.
“I saw him last on March 5th in Abba. I had planned to be
back in May. We planned to record his stories of my great grandmother. Grief is
a cruel kind of education,” she added.
“You learn how ungentle mourning can be, full of anger. You
learn that your side muscles will ache painfully from days of crying. You learn
how glib condolences can feel.”
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