One fact I have discovered about myself is that I am a snob.
Now, every writer is, in one way or the other. It is not that we really intend
to walk around with extra kilos of false airs but somehow our calling forces us
into such obnoxious behavior. As a matter of fact, writers are not paid a lot
of money but the praises and flatteries that we receive for our work makes up
for the poor pay. That is how our egos are boosted and we tend to bask in the
glory. We then step on every other person’s toe with such reckless abandon.
The death of Achebe
and the rise of the mighty snob
As a writer, the death of Achebe became fodder for my snobbish gibberish and the fact that I have read more of his titles than some Ugandans did not make things any better. (Some Ugandans know nothing about the late Achebe beyond his single but also most popular title of Things Fall Apart.)
