The Republic of Monkeys

Jean-Francois Kouadio

Description

How can poverty be erradicated? How can Africa be industrialised? How can corruption be fought? How armed conflicts be settled? Why are so many Africans maladjusted once back from western universities? How can religious fundamentalism and fanaticism be contained? Do we really fight xenophobia and tribalism? How deeply do we comprehend the principles of the social contract? How do we hold back and eradicate pandemic diseases? How do we contain bad citizenship and insecurity? The sole aim of these stories is to point out some of the daily behaviours Africans should rid ourselves of in the process of building better functioning societies.

Sujets

• Littérature Africaine
• Littérature Africaine

Informations

• Publié par: Botsotso Publishing
• Date de parution: 29 décembre 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781990922121
• Langue: English

Extrait

This book was first published by Botsotso in 2018
Box 30952
Braamfontein
2017
South Africa
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www.botsotso.org.za
ISBN: 978-0-9947081-1-3
in the text Jean-Fran ois Kouadio
Editor: Allan Kolski Horwitz
For my lifetime friends, Gecille Hindson & Franklin H. White
Sincere acknowledgements also to:
Dr. James Ocita
Warren J. Trokis
Diane Howerton
Allan Kolski Horwitz
Tejumabe A. Oke
Palesa Mazamisa
Bruno A. Kouassi
Micha l F. Y r
Allouan Kouam
Guillaume W. Kouam
Charles N. N goran
Diomand Sekou
Guy G rard Aloco
FOREWORD
The Republic of Monkeys , as a title, will impress Africa s colonial masters immensely as what it presents clearly shows the near complete failure of the Black African state - as predicted by the imperialists at the onset of the independence movement.
The publishers Faber and Faber of London, in accepting Peter Abraham s A Wreath of Udomo , praised the half-caste author for giving them a dispassionate book without the bitterness or self-pity that obscures African writing. Here, thank goodness, is a book that is not about race in which there are good whites and bad blacks so goes the blurb. The realists, African or other, may even praise the title depending on which side of Kouadio s politics they fall. The author paints for us African rulers as not much above clever apes in the impenetrable jungles of State Houses insofar as their treatment of those they rule reveals their true colours. Having said this, the work does not attempt nor pretend to prescribe antidotes to the intrigues, lies, betrayals, treacheries, brutalities, coup d tats and skulduggeries that continue to bedevil African centres of state power.
The genre of the work is fiction delivered as short stories equally readable under a single theme. But it is easy for one to think of it as an account of the politics of present day Ivory Coast, where most of the action takes place. The style greatly suggests French influence; the humour, severity and even serenity are certainly French oriented - reminiscent of Guy de Maupassant and Gustave Flaubert but combined! The theme is African politics at work, replete with the usual accompaniment of religious pastors and their chanting, lamb-like flocks. The author highlights the spurious, albeit utterly powerful, influence of religious cults and the occult, witchcraft and religious mumbo jumbo which is exhaustively and successfully used by African head of states.
The collection is also a steadfast comment on African values and social issues like the horror of female genital mutilation, environmental degradation and the limitless greed for power - all evils which are roundly blamed as hindrances to progress. In addition, Kouadio travels beyond fiction and delves into the field of political economy. He depicts the scourge of poverty in African cities and how the politicians, the pastors and the hardened expert city dwellers exploit this depravity to manipulate the masses for their own survival in this dog-eat-dog situation. It is through his juxtaposition of characters in the areas of politics and religion, ethno-tribalism and regionalism, that we take a broad look at Ivory Coast, at East Africa, indeed, at Africa herself, and at our individual selves so that we both laugh and weep - and in this work we get laughter and tears in equal measure.
The plots are centred on diverse characters (most of whom are top politicians, army officers, corrupt policemen, fanatical religious personalities) and, to some extent, their families. We don t find heroes or heroines but evil men galore whose conniving is generally practiced against the masses. But the chief protagonists don t meet to wrench out their own guts or anger in physical struggle. Their armies and police (with their deadly paraphernalia of tools) along with marauding rebels are manipulated to quench the blood-lust of these big men by bludgeoning demonstrators at rallies and religious gatherings and hacking human beings in remote trading centres. It is in the ghastly raw matter and gory twitching of the amputated body parts of the lamblike flock that we witness the true state of anarchy and brutality in the aftermaths of political upheavals; when radio stations belch out impossible to believe coup d tat s and generals-cum-presidents arrive in European capitals on jetliners without regretting the plight of those they led astray (and marooned) in the fight to fill their individual stomachs.
The Republic of Monkeys is very readable, its flow running naturally from the first pages. I believe it to be one of the best fiction works of today.
Lieutenant-Colonel Ulysses Chuka Kibuuka
Uganda Peoples Defence Forces
INTRODUCTION
Africa is unhistorical with an undeveloped spirit still involved in the conditions of mere nature; devoid of morality, religions and political constitution. Therefore, the African has not reached the level of realizing his own being; he has not yet realized his person The African is a natural man in his completely wild and untamed state.
These quotes from the writings of Friedrich Hegel define a receptive trap into which many so-called African intellectuals fall as they frantically struggle to prove and validate by any means possible the ancient and pre-colonial brilliance of a continent. For one would imagine that these echoes of vibrant but past civilisations would awaken their pride and make them optimistic that a progressive future is possible. But sadly these intellectuals do not even suspect how the subtle distraction concealed in these quotes diverts them from the object of their real mission.
Luckily a new generation of African intellectuals seems to have understood this. Its members gaze in amusement at this highly dogmatic portrait painted from a racial perspective. They further refuse to address this old-fashioned topic, since it is not even capable of mitigating the unspeakable pains of this Africa of worse calamities . Africa did it, Africa can do it again! should be their motto when African historians such as Joseph Ki-Zerbo and Cheich Anta Diop have long completed the scientific task of proving the ancient predominance of Africa.
The real topics should revolve around questions such as: How do we industrialise Africa? How do we fight against its endemic corruption? How can we prevent and settle armed conflicts on the continent? Why do so many Africans become disorientated, even maladjusted, once back from the western universities? Why are we so powerless in front of our diluted normative social guidelines? How do we contain religious fundamentalism and fanaticism? Do we really fight xenophobia and tribalism? How deeply do we comprehend the principles of the social contract? How do we hold back and eradicate the pandemics of various diseases? How can we abolish poverty? How do we contain bad citizenship and insecurity?
Here we are immersed in the views of implacable Afro-pessimists and other fatalists whose only argument in explaining the backwardness of Africa is the cumbersome presence of a certain haunting western vampire . Africa is eternally condemned to serve, feed and be exploited by western imperialism they claim. And, in truth, from careful observation of the social and political policies and practices of African regimes, we must conclude that we, Africans, need self-flagellation in order to awake up and clearly see our own responsibilities in the failure of our so-called westernized African countries .
The sole aim of this book is to point out some of the daily behaviour patterns that Africans should rid themselves of in the process of ensuring that the slogan building a better life for all becomes a reality.
Jean-Fran ois Kouadio
Tananarivo, Madagascar
CONTENTS
Foreword
Introduction
An Endemic Crisis
The Voter of Washington
The Radio Program
Kabaforo
The Initiation
The Apostolic and National Redemption Party
The Protest March 1
The Protest March 2
Baziana on Death Row
The Vase Tips Over
The Liberation in Question
I liberate - therefore I enjoy
The Northern Forces
An Endemic Crisis
[ ] Incivility and illiteracy are the African politician s choicest raw materials [ ]
Ivorians have come to realize that their country is not the poorest in Africa. The most underprivileged social class that fidgets at the slightest sign of upheaval shown by an opportunistic opposition soon puts aside its qualms. Still, as a corollary to poverty, insecurity is rampant. Gangsters openly challenge the public authorities by hijacking grocery stores - even next to police stations.
In truth, the pauperization of Ivorian society is best illustrated by the flagrant lack of civility. At 10pm a man who stands alone at a bus stop will rarely hesitate to unfold his dick and pee on the empty seats. Why? Because there is no toilet anywhere near the bus stop and he will not run the risk of missing his bus by walking off and looking for a proper toilet. If anyone challenges him, all he will say is: Well, it s not my fault if the State refuses to build toilets at the bus stop; plus by tomorrow morning, the seats will have already dried. If such a person also feels like emptying his stomach , he will not hesitate to do so on those same seats. Of course, the following morning, assaulted by the breathtaking stench of the human waste shamefully dropped at such sensitive spots, passengers will stand dozens of meters away. Moreover, it is barely understandable that in this age of the Internet, some still scratch out the seal mark left on the post office s stamps to re-use them. What a laugh!
In the business center of Abidjan, the capital