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My Sunday Chat with Yejide Kilanko, author – Daughters who walk this path.

Yejide-Kilanko-600x450Late last year, I read Yejide Kilanko’s book, Daughters who walk this path. Prior to reading, I hadn’t really read the reviews posted about this book except to look at the ratings, and yes, almost everybody was giving it five stars, which piqued my interest. So once I got my own copy of Daughters, I immediately dug in. Let’s just say the story of Daughters brought laughter to my lips, then tears to my eyes and even now continues to haunt me. But then, it was a story that left me with much curiosity about the woman who wrote it. Why did she write the book? Was sexual molestation something she herself had experienced while growing up in Nigeria?  So I sat down with Yejide Kilanko over Skype (my first video interview) to discuss the questions I had. Below is the transcript of our discussion.  

Why did you write Daughters

Daughters actually started out as a poem – a cathartic process that helped me cope with my job as a social worker in Canada.  As a Child Protection Worker, I worked with children who had experienced or were at risk of physical or emotional abuse. Writing the poem titled, Silence Speaks, helped. I posted the completed poem on Facebook and to my surprise, it received lots of positive feedback. With that, I decided to flesh out the poem and it became a novel manuscript.

So how did you end up publishing Daughters?  

In 2010, I visited Nigeria and met up with a childhood friend who had also graduated from the University of Ibadan.  She told me about Adaobi Nwaubani’s novel, I Do Not Come to You By Chance. We both knew Adaobi from our university days. Once I heard of Adaobi’s success, I was encouraged to edit my book and start looking for an agent that would represent me with publishing. I was scared; I’d heard so many stories about authors getting rejected but somehow, I found the courage to query agents. By the next day, I’d received a response from an agent who was interested in reading the whole manuscript. I sent it off, he liked it, and the rest is history.

How long did it take to write the story?

It took me eight months to write my first draft of about 50,000 words.

And from writing to publishing? 

Approximately three years, from June 2009 to April 2012.

What took so long? Were there significant changes from the first draft to the final published piece? 

The process was actually fast. Penguin Canada made an offer in May 2011 and the novel was published less than a year later. I’m told this is not the norm for traditional publishers.

With regards to changes, there were many of them.  Following a thorough edit when I came back to Canada, the manuscript grew to 64,000 words. After several rounds of edits with my agent, the manuscript submitted to publishers was approximately 84, 000 words. By the time the book was finally ready for publication, the word count stood at about 92,000 words.

In addition to my agent and editor, I also had many beta readers.  The manuscript transformation was amazing. The whole process taught me that the more people who read your work, the better it becomes because they usually have different ideas that would enrich the story. None of my beta readers for Daughters are writers. But they are all avid readers and they know what works for them in a novel.

Daughters was written well. In fact one reviewer wrote about your storytelling that you showed a level of maturity, elegance, and power that belied your relative newness to the writing craft. How long have you been writing?

I started writing when I was 12, but it was all poetry and whatever opportunity I could find to write, I seized it and worked hard to develop the craft.

There were so many lessons I learned from this book but what grabbed my attention was, it seems to me that in the Nigerian culture, when faced with issues in the home front, and even in the nation, that we choose to ignore the problem. For example, with the abuse of the heroines in Daughters, the family knew of the sexual molestation yet they chose not to deal with the issue, rather they pretended that the evil never happened. The same was also reflected in your fictional character, Chief Omoniyi, a politician who to me is a reflection of the corrupt governments in Nigeria. In the book, the people living in that community knew the Chief Omoniyi was corrupt, yet they did nothing to fix it. Would you agree that this flaw of ignoring issues is something that’s observed in our culture, and would you care to give a theory as to why we act out this way, if indeed it’s true?

I think that when we all as humans are dealt with a crisis that seems out of our control, to cope with it, our natural tendency is to ignore the crisis; to cover it up. We have this flawed thinking that if we don’t see it, if we don’t talk about it, then it’s really not there; it really can’t hurt us. Another reason why I think we ignore the problem is because we don’t have the words, especially in our Nigerian culture to describe the horror of what we’re going through, so we tend to internalize the pain. Ever heard the phrase, “Suffering and smiling’? We’ve learned as a people to just stick with our mess, because trying to fix it will take lots of hard work, with a potential for pain. So we learn early on as children growing up in Nigeria to know how to push things to the side. But it’s such a poor coping mechanism because at the end of the day, you need to stand up for something; otherwise you too will be pushed to the side.

What message would you like to convey to the readers with Daughters who walk this path, especially as it pertains to communicating more and having the guts to deal with issues?

 The challenges my characters (Morayo and Morenike) faced, are not peculiar to their families.  Most Nigerian children are raised not to question the adults in their lives, even when it is clear that the directions given by these adults are wrong. It’s not of matter of throwing out our values and traditions. They have value. Respect is a good thing. Abuse is not. The biggest challenge is accepting we have a problem. Once we’ve accepted that, then we need to figure out how to tackle it. Failure to communicate with or educate our children about sexual abuse will only result in dire consequences. Contrary to what many people think, most children are abused by people they know,  and it often happens in their own homes which means that these conversations need to happen sooner than later. My hope as a parent and a writer is that Daughters will help in some way.


And there you have it. To get your own copy of Daughters who walk this path, please click HERE.

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Nothing Comes Close: A Review

One word: Riveting. Sometimes unsettling. That’s how I can best describe Nothing Comes Close – Tolulope Popoola’s sequel to her award winning series, now published into a novel –In my Dreams it was simpler.

Nothing Comes Close by Tolulope Popoola

Nothing Comes Close is the love story of Lola – the most outspoken and independent friend in a group of five girlfriends. The book touches on topics such as romance, loyalty, grief, and tolerance/acceptance of each other among friends who don’t necessarily see eye-to-eye on certain issues, for example, having relationships with a married man; or say, cheating on a boyfriend with an ex boyfriend. The highlight for me, however, was the story of Wole’s past. Wole is the male protagonist in the novel and is also Lola’s love interest. To make Wole’s story pull the reader’s heartstrings, Ms. Popoola did a very fine job of bringing into play a quite forgotten character in Nigeria’s history – Dimka – the man who led the abortive military coup against the then head of State of Nigeria, General Muritala Mohammed. I see many readers researching this important piece of Nigeria’s history as they read this book and I really appreciate the author’s effort in bringing that to the reader’s attention.

I couldn’t help but notice that the first quarter of the book started out mundane… even demure. And wham! At an innocent looking party, the reader gets to meet Wole, a truly unforgettable character and everything goes up several notches from there. Once Wole got on the scene, I could not put the book down. Seriously, nothing prepared me for the sharp suspense that pervaded the last three quarters of the book with the introduction of Wole – whom you can guess by now is my favorite character, and one who I’ll describe as the good-bad boy…the kind of guy every good girl should avoid but you still can’t stop yourself from falling for because deep down, you know he really has a good heart and wants the best for his girl.

It’s a wonder that Ms. Popoola hasn’t labeled her books as romantic fiction because it does seem that that’s where she’s headed with her ability of creating believable characters that readers will find themselves rooting for when it comes to that sometimes complicated life challenge of initiating and building love-relationships.

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Seun Odukoya’s The First Kiss: A Short Love Story

Happy Valentine’s Day! In honor of today, I planned to write and share a short romantic story based on the best love quotes I would receive for this season. However, I came across a love story over the web that I knew I had to share based on three things: It was short, sweet and totally relatable. Written by Seun Odukoya – the February featured Naija stories writer whose works are not just limited to romantic works, this short fiction reminded me of a poignant time, back in the days when I fell in love with the romance  genre.

Without further ado, here is “The first kiss’ by Seun Odukoya.  I’m looking forward to you enjoying this piece just as much as I enjoyed reading it too.

The First Kiss

The first time he kissed her, it was from across the office.

She rubbed her engagement ring, hard and was rewarded with a sparkle. Looking at it intensely, she tried conjuring up Jide’s face but it was Banji’s visage that kept popping up. Banji, the office jester. Banji, her friend since primary school. Banji, who had smiled and replied her declaration that she was marrying Jide, her present boyfriend with – “You won’t marry Jide, but I won’t force you to change your mind. I’m a patient man.  I waited this long. I can wait some more.”

He had walked away, leaving her trembling beside the photocopy machine. She looked up when she heard the door open to see him standing there looking at her. That was when he kissed her.

Not mouth to mouth as one would think. Not only were they in the office, which wouldn’t have mattered anyway, but it was impossible at that distance. Or so she thought. The same way she had thought back then, that it was  impossible to kiss someone with your eyes.

She met his eyes and imagined hot blood rush to her head. Her eyes misted over. She grabbed the photocopier for support as the heat now  spread all over her body. A dull tingling started in her breasts. They felt so heavy. Her thighs trembled…

“Are you okay, Lade?”

She started. Her breathing, hard. Her face felt flushed from the heat.

“I’m fine, thank you,”  she told Bimpe who nodded and walked away. Looking back at Banji, she saw he was still standing there, a small smile on his face. He turned and went into his office.

She made up her mind.


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