Caine Prize 2014 is here. The short listed authors have been
announced. One of them is a 21-year old Efemia Chela whose story is titled,
"Chicken".
"Chicken" is an emotional story of a young educated woman by
the name of Kaba, daughter of a wealthy African family. Kaba’s got quality
academic degree for which the African employment market is not ready for. Her
parents insist she go back to campus for what they consider a better degree, in
Law, especially since she is still young. She is not ready and takes up a job
as an intern in a global firm, hoping to use it as a springboard to a paid job.
All she comes up with is a business card, stolen from the pocket of a superior,
made lame by drug addiction.
Life becomes extremely tough since her parents have become
increasing unsupportive in terms of the stipend they have provided to help her
pay rent and take care of other recurrent demands. The parents are using this
as a weapon to get her to cave in to their demand that she have a professional
switch. Eventually, the hard knock life pushes her to prostitution. But seeing
that prostitution isn’t going to make things easier, she remembers the stolen
business card and where it points to: an agency accepting the donation of
female sex cells which are made available to needy couples.
In the end a baby results from her donation. Her experience teaches
her that for every individual, life presents a spectrum of options: benign and
otherwise. She is not mothering the result of her ovum donation but prays, so
deeply, that life sways the destiny of the baby in a direction entirely
opposite to her own bitter experiences.
Efemia writes with an extremely covert chic, demanding that
one reads with highly concentrated mental energy. The theme of her writing is,
definitely, creative, demonstrating that besides those issues of poverty,
corruption, war and crime that has preoccupied the minds of most African
writers, there are other issues that have been little explored or never at all.
Thus her story features the issue of same-sex relationships which Efemia
appears to favor. She calls attention to the kaleidoscope, there is in African
cuisines and not forgetting to cause a splurge on the struggle for the
possession of the minds of Africans, between Africa and the West.
Young Efemia, in her writing also showed how permissive she
can be when she writes: “it (the wind) pranked me in public, lifting my skirt.
I got used to a flash of my thigh and untrimmed hedge creeping just past my
briefs. I wasn’t having enough sex to be greatly concerned with my appearance
down there.”
There is a little of that collision that plays up the
fiction that the story is. Such wealthy parents,
especially in Africa, would hardly allow their children to go through such
ordeals. They haven’t got that guts; they love the child plus they would not be
able to shoulder the reputation crash that comes with such abandonment.