Waiting for an Angel - Softcover

Habila, Helon

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0141010061 ISBN 13: 9780141010069

Publisher: Penguin Books, Limited (UK), 2003

Synopsis

WAITING FOR AN ANGEL marks the debut of one of Africa's most promising new writers. Lomba is a young journalist living under military regime in Lagos, one of the most dangerous cities in the world. His mind is full of soul music and girls and thenovel he is writing. But his room-mate goes mad and is beaten up by soldiers, his first love is forced to marry a man she doesn't love, and his neighbours are planning a demo which is bound to incite riot and arrests. Lomba can no longer bury his head in the sand. He must write the truth about this reign of terror . . . WAITING FOR AN ANGEL captures the despair, the frenzy and the stubborn hope of a generation daring to speak out against one of the world's most oppressive regimes.

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About the Author:

Helon Habila is a Nigerian novelist, poet and academic. He is the author of the novels Waiting for an Angel, Measuring Time and Oil on Water, and has won literary prizes including the Caine Prize and the Windham/Campbell Literature Prize. He teaches creative writing at George Mason University, Washington, and his most recent book The Chibok Girls will be published by Penguin Books in April 2017.

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In the middle of his second year in prison, Lomba got access to pencil and paper and he started a diary. It was not easy. He had to write in secret, mostly in the early mornings when the night warders, tired of peeping through the door bars, waited impatiently for the morning shift. Most of the entries he simply headed with the days of the week; the exact dates, when he used them, were often incorrect. The first entry was in July 1997, a Friday.

Friday, July 1997
Today I began a diary, to say all the things I want to say, to myself, because here in prison there is no one to listen. I express myself. It stops me from standing in the centre of this narrow cell and screaming at the top of my voice. It stops me from jumping up suddenly and bashing my head repeatedly against the wall. Prison chains not so much your hands and feet as it does your voice.

I express myself. I let my mind soar above these walls to bring back distant, exotic bricks with which I seek to build a more endurable cell within this cell. Prison. Misprison. Dis. Un. Prisoner. See? I write of my state in words of derision, aiming thereby to reduce the weight of these walls on my shoulders, to rediscover my nullified individuality. Here in prison loss of self is often expressed as anger. Anger is the baffled prisoner's attempt to re-crystallize his slowly dissolving self. The anger creeps up on you, like twilight edging out the day. It builds in you silently until one day it explodes in violence, surprising you. I saw it happen in my first month in prison. A prisoner, without provocation, had attacked an unwary warder at the toilets. The prisoner had come out of a bath-stall and there was the warder before him, monitoring the morning ablutions. Suddenly the prisoner leaped upon him, pulling him by the neck to the ground, grinding him into the black, slimy water that ran in the gutter from the toilets. He pummeled the surprised face repeatedly until other warders came and dragged him away. They beat him to a pulp before throwing him into solitary.

About this edition

• Publisher: Penguin Books, Limited (UK)
• Publication date: 2003
• ISBN 10: 0141010061
• ISBN 13: 9780141010069
• Binding: Paperback