Interview with Ayesha Harruna Attah - Author of "Harmattan Rain"

Posted by Jemila On Thursday, February 19, 2009 1 comments


*This interview was conducted and transcribed by Jemila Abdulai (Perspectives Editor, The Mount Holyoke News.)

She might as well be the youngest Mount Holyoke alumna to write and publish her first novel in nine months, but from the creativity, attention to detail and high caliber of writing in Harmattan Rain, she could easily pass for a connoisseur.  Ayesha Harruna Attah was born in Accra, Ghana, graduated from Mount Holyoke in 2005 with a major in biochemistry, and thereafter pursued a masters degree in journalism at Columbia University. In the warm confines of the Buckland living room, Ayesha recounts her memories of the comforting whistling sounds of Buckland’s radiators, and how what began as a few thoughts scribbled on a page came to be an entire book detailing the lives of three generations of women in Ghana.

Mount Holyoke News: How did you get into writing?
Ayesha Harruna Attah: It’s something that I always did in primary school in Ghana. I took part in writing competitions and at home my sister and I would create these little booklets and just write stories or make up things. Even in our games there was always a story involved. Both my parents work in the newspaper industry so I was surrounded by so much creativity, writing and writers. It was always something I thought I’d do, but when I went to high school and was good in science, I thought about developing that. There was also the societal pressure to go into the sciences, so I came to Mount Holyoke and did that by majoring in biochemistry. I started taking creative writing and journalism classes and realized that I really enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind doing it for a living.

MHN: What was your inspiration for writing Harmattan Rain?
AHA: I wrote the idea down in a notebook about two years before I actually started writing the book, and thought, what if I write a story about what my mother’s experience was and her mother’s experience as well and tie them in with a narrative about my own experience of life. I am interested in the tiny details of life that many people tend to gloss over. I like taking an idea and creating a world around it, so I took the simple idea of our respective times, the music, the kind of clothes worn, and the political scene and developed a story around that.

MHN: How did you decide on the title?
AHA: That was a long painful process and it didn’t come until after the book was done. I was looking for a title that would tie all three women’s stories together. So instead of looking at the characters, which for me is the most important thing, I looked at the plot where there’s a single and sudden violent happening. I thought about an event in nature that would reflect that, and in West Africa there is the harmattan season where it’s dry, so rain is a rare thing and is sometimes violent.

MHN: During your book reading you mentioned that you wrote the book through a writer’s workshop. Can you tell us more about that?
AHA: It went wonderfully. It was the Per Sesh Writer’s workshop ran by Per Ankh, a publishing cooperative that looks for African writers and publishes their work. Four fellows, including myself, where selected based on our writing samples, to go to Popemguine, a peaceful seaside village in Senegal. We were fed, housed, and given instruction in the craft of writing and the process of publishing a book. Our mentor was Ayi Kwei Armah, a Ghanaian writer and author of Two Thousand Seasons and The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born. It was a chance I never imagined I’d get; to actually write a book in such a short period of time with such attention given to every single word I put down. We exchanged our work, gave each other suggestions, rewrote our stories several times and thought about the values we were projecting.


MHN: Who is your favorite character in the book?
AHA: My favorite character is Akua Afriyie, the woman from the second generation. Her life is completely different from mine. She gets pregnant at 17, and she is sort of a passive character. One thing we learned at the workshop was to avoid passve characters as they are characters who just let life happen to them. I took a risk with this character who is just floating through life, but when life is thrown at her, she begins to act. I like that she is able to pick up values as she goes along and the values she picks up are things that resonate with me, like reasoning, fairness and equality. There’s a scene in the book where a political party is just forming and in typical African-style, one guy decides he’s the leader and President-elect and starts delegating tasks to everyone. Akua Afriyie stands up and says “Let’s vote on it.” With that example alone, I think her character is the strongest.

MHN: What advice do you have for aspiring authors?
AHA: First things first. Just write. Don’t let anyone discourage you and don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. Even now, I’ve had people ask me why I’m doing this when there’s no money in it, but I do it because I just find it so much fulfilling. I know its hard sometimes, and half the time you might not believe in what you’re doing, but just do it and get other people out there to read your work. If you can, get people who are in the same field as you are to share ideas. It’s a very lonely profession but if you ask other people who are writing poetry, articles etc, you can come together and start sharing ideas. Especially for African writers, I think that’s a way for us to get our writing out there because there isn’t enough work from young African writers out there.

MHN: How would you describe your style of writing?
AHA: Having come from a journalism background- both from a family point of view and from school – my writing is influenced by the reporting style. I just go along with the characters, carrying a hidden camera and recording everything they see and do, so that’s the style. But then, I use the third person voice in the story so I also get the chance to go into the characters heads and talk about their feelings and emotions.

MHN: Where did you see yourself in four years while in college, and what are you looking forward to next?
AHA: In my first year at MHC, I thought four years after graduation I’d be in Med School or finishing Med School. Then in junior year I became so confused and even thought about going into architecture in order to do something else. By senior year I was pretty sure I wanted to do something with words so I went to Journalism school. But even in Journalism school, if you asked me where I’d see myself in 4 years, it was still not clear. Right now, it’s still not clear, but I’d like to write another book in the next four years. We started a writer’s cooperative in Accra, Ghana, so hopefully we’ll have something that’s really well-established and holding literary events. I just hope to remain productive. 


Family & Friends (Mash Writes...)

Posted by Jemila On Thursday, February 12, 2009 1 comments

Dear Diary,

I was going through the family album a few hours ago and I realized that there ain’t nothing like family. It’s a fact I just have to admit. Family supersedes everything; even friends. Let me put it this way, your family could be your friends but your friends could never be family. At least not strictly in the sense of the word. Through good times and bad, your fam’s behind you 100 percent, giving you moral support, telling you to remain strong no matter what. And even though the support they give to you isn’t always obvious, it’s there.

However, there are a few people in the fam who don’t care about the wellbeing about the other members of the family. Hey, we’re all human you know. Some of them don’t wanna do nothing for themselves. Let’s call them gold diggers. They got that rich uncle so they feel like they don’t have to move a muscle. These guys give family a bad name. Believe me it’s true; I’m talking from personal experience here. I don’t let that get to me though. I keep it real with those trying their best to ensure the family remains strong and healthy. There’s nothing like the reaction you get from a relative you haven’t seen in ages. “Look how big you are now! You were this small and such a little devil”. I’m telling you, most of the stuff they say about you makes you wonder about yourself. It’s like traveling back in time to a place long lost yet ever present.

In some instances though, I feel like I’m on another planet. All I think is “What in heaven’s name are they saying! I don’t remember ever doing that! Oh well, I guess I really wouldn’t mind anything they say about what I used to do back in the day. However, I really do not need to be reminded about peeing in bed. Now that, I cannot stand. Lol.

Observation: Family is great to have. I don’t know if I could ever survive without my fam coz they always got ma back 200 percent. Friends do their best but not like family. Its wise to keep a perfect balance between them though coz quite frankly, sometimes fam just doesn’t understand! But hey, they still great.

ain’t- isn’t

fam- family

wanna- want to

Lol- Laugh out Loud


Family & Friends (Afi Writes...)

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Dear Diary,

Today started out bad, and went downhill from there. I literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Snoopy apparently decided sometime last night that my slippers were the best place to dump the remains of the hot dog I fed him. I trustingly slipped my feet into my cute Mickey Mouse twins… oh, eww! Utterly disgusting! I can hear the squish my feet made, right before the smell hit me.

As if my morning was not bad enough, Daddy decided to go and slip on Asante’s dumb old truck and twisted his ankle. Meaning, no tennis for Daddy this Saturday morning. Meaning, because Daddy has to stay at home, everyone else has too.

I would rather listen to a scratched Marylin Manson CD than stay home with a sick Daddy, any day! Not even the whole packet of ear plugs I practically stuffed into my ears could block out the constant moaning! Every one could tell he was exaggerating the pain a whole lot. His moaning set the usually good Tanika off... the last thing any one wants is a crying baby, who doesn’t want her Mr. Booboo. The racket made Mummy mad… I am so, so sure I could see steam escaping out of her ears!!!! She was really grouchy, having to look after a sick man, who deliberately did not want to get better. Asante sulked the whole time, complaining about not going to the park with his friends Fafa and Asamoah. Serves him right, I say… this was his entire fault, him and his dumb truck!

So here I am, bored senseless, whilst Mansa, Samira and Adjeley have a wonderful girls’ day out. Staring at my Usher Raymond poster is not even helping. He looks so free… great body! I’m sure he never had to stay home with a ‘sick’ dad.

ADVICE

Although we may not always want to, we should try to listen to our parents when they try to point something to us or otherwise. Sure, there’s the whole generation gap issue but instead of becoming rebellious and regarding everything our parents suggest or do as outmoded, it would be far more rewarding to remain open-minded. Sharing our thoughts with our parents would not only make us discover the similarities between the generations, but would also help develop a good relationship with our parents.


Family & Friends (Bolade Writes...)

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Dear Diary,

Friends. I’m sure just about everyone has friends but true friends are very rare. Yeah we all got the type of friends whom we can talk to about the latest songs, fashion and other related stuff. But how many of them show their face when you got a problem? How many of them bother to call you when you’re feeling too down? Well, that’s one class of friends.

The other set of friends are those who only come through when its time to chill. Ask them to help you with an errand or two and they busy themselves or ain’t feeling well. Invite them to a party and you can bet that they’ll show up with their latest designer clothes and ice. We all enjoy the company of the “boys boys” and “girls girls” but they are never really around when you need them. The closest they ever come to caring is by pretending. Like when they meet you someplace and go like, “charley I hear say u dey sick, abi u make better now?”. The best reply you can give em is “yeah, but with no thanks to you”.

True friends are always there when you need em and are ever willing to help you out, no strings attached. They’ll give you stuff you need without wanting anything in return. To them, your friendship is more than enough a reason for them to help you out.


Observation: True friends are like diamonds, they’re dear and rare. False friends on the other hand, are like stones, they’re scattered everywhere. A word to the wise……

*ice – jewelry

*boys boys, girls girls – friends you hang out with most of the time *

charley…….. – pidgin English phrase which really means “I heard you were sick, I hope you are better now”


Family & Friends (Tungtaeya Writes...)

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Dear Diary,

I got you just today, and it must be a coincidence (or it’s just destiny) but I’ve got this issue that I just have to put down…umm, how should I say (write) this?

Okay, you know my favorite friend Shola right? Well, she left Ghana and she didn’t even tell me! I thought we were best friends!! Yea, I know what you’re gonna say; the essential thing is that that statement is past tense right? Sure, we kinda drifted apart during the final months of school, but c’mon, she could have at least dropped a hint! And what’s worse is the fact that she asked Adjo to tell me…She knows I totally detest Adjo! It’s really unbelievable. I guess I didn’t know her as much as I thought I did.

All the same, I can’t help feeling lonely (yea, me going all sentimental is weird, I know) and sad. We shared some of the greatest times together. Laughing Out Loud…like that time when we decided to experiment with our chop box food in school and ended up eating nkate boga with pepper sauce and kenkey…that was crazy! Hmm... I only wish that we did not keep quarrelling during the SSSCE period. And now. Now, she’s left for good and I’ll probably never see her again… Darn!

I guess I now understand what Ms. Ankrah used to say about not knowing the value of somebody or something until you lose it…had to learn it the hard way.

Oh my goodness… I was supposed to start dinner 30 mins ago! I have to scram. Adios.

Observation: Many of us young people take a lot of things for granted…it may be our lives, friends, family, opportunities, and a whole lot more. We rarely consider how valuable they are to us or how they help make life much easier. Waiting till we lose the important people or things in our lives is learning how valuable they are…the hard way.

*nkate boga-peanuts *kenkey- a Ghanaian food

*Adios-Spanish for goodbye. *mins-minutes


Introducing: The '16' Journal Series

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Okay, so writing is one thing that I adore (evidemment). But at different points in my life, it has meant different things. At one point in time, it was for anger management. Yes anger management. This was especially the case when I was in junior high (JSS) and one of my classmates or another would annoy me. You know how adolescents are: They're already confused and their homonal imblanaces go and confuse them some more. Anyway, when someone tried to anger or annoy me, I would just pick up a pen/pencil and scribble away. And it worked wonders many times.

Eventually, I started compiling all those "Calm yourself down" notes to myself and thought about how difficult being a teenager or adolescent is. Thus came another era in my experience as a writer. I wanted to do something that was beneficial not only to myself, but most likely to other young people who were undoubtedly going through similar issues as myself. I got that opportunity when I worked as an Administrative Assistant and Editor at a newly formed publishing company in Accra, Piper Editions. Thus came the concept of "The '16' Journal".

Basically, "The 16 Journal" is an interactive self-help book that is a compilation of journal entries by 4 teenagers - Tungtaeya, Bolade, Afi and Mash. The teenagers talk about their lives, impressions about life, lessons learned etc under 5 categories: Family, Relationships with Girls, Relationships with Boys, Work/School and Miscellaneous (various topics of interest). The aim of the book was to showcase the realities of teenage life in Ghana, highlight the pressures that teenagers undergo, and outline some of the lessons or realizations that can be made from the respective experiences.

I co-authored this book with two great writers Akua Afi Asare-Anim and Masahoud Codjoe - we were all between the ages of 17-19. Unfortunately, although we finished writing and edited the entire manuscript, and even have a compiled hardcopy, we never actually got to publishing it due to various reasons. But guess what?! You guys get to read the entire manuscript right here on Circumspect!! I will post a number of chapters of the book online each week until the entire book is on here. It will also be under the label "The '16' Journal so you can access the entire thing easily.

I hope that someone out there might be able to relate to one or more of the stories, and learn something from it. You can also try to guess which teenagers I wrote (There are two of them, a boy and a girl), but I doubt you'll be able to solve that mystery cos my writing back them is sooo different from how I write right now. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, and like always, sharing is caring so feel free to direct people who might be interested to the blog. [All the entries are copyrighted though so please, no plagiarizing!!!!] First preview coming up!

Disclaimer: Like I stated earlier, the 16 journal was written by teenagers who were as confused about their lives as only teenagers/adolescents can be. If some of the entries sound a bit naive or idealistic, remember that its a glimpse into the young minds of Ghanaian teenagers in 2004.lol


One For Tough Times

Posted by Jemila On Monday, February 09, 2009 Comments


What is this I hear about being strong
‘You’re strong, you can handle it’ they say
And for a split second they have me believing the same
But in each agonizing moment that passes by, it all seems to be a cruel game
And with tear drops sashaying down cheeks once risen with smiles
You cannot help but wonder about the depth of all those lies
And each time the awareness of helplessness does throng
I ponder what they really mean by me being strong

Ironic it is that they should choose to use a title as such
In the moments when the exact opposite is what rules as sane and rings as true
With the passing of days of gloom and the culmination of nights a-blue
There’s naught left to do but relinquish all that is to the Power anew
And then…it is in that cry of distress, or that sigh of immense fatigue
Or those periods of life when the words ‘hopelessness’ and ‘failure’ seem to form a league
Then, I understand the semantics behind the words they spoke before


For being strong has less to do with gleaming muscles that remain sore
Than it has with the resolution to persevere and once again open another door


If true strength lies in weakness, then it’s logical to assume the following
That true wealth lies in poverty, for then you appreciate more than what is a-glowing
Or that the most worthwhile lessons lie in those moments unprepared
For then you accept things as true that you would never have dared
And in the midst of all those complexities
Its a fact that simplicity eventually overturns all your facilities
And especially that it’s in those moments of fear
That you can little else but hope with all you are, as you shed that final tear


Anti-Climax

Posted by Jemila On Saturday, February 07, 2009 Comments


Chais pas pourquoi, I don’t know why
But there’s this feeling of anticipation
Right in the center of my chest
It rushes up through my wind pipes
And floods my eyes with tears
I can’t quite put a finger on it
But it feels like something is happening
Or rather, something big is about to happen

Chais pas pourquoi, I don’t know why 
But there’s this feeling of change
Almost as though I can feel the earth spin on its axis
There’s the impression, but no direct movement
There’s a different aura in the air
I wonder what it might be, this thing that’s happening
Or maybe.  Just maybe...
...Of course, I’m hallucinating again.


Tribute to Angel Wainaina

Posted by Jemila On Wednesday, February 04, 2009 1 comments


Angela Wainaina(center) was an exceptional and beautiful person, both inside and out. To some she was a sister, a daughter and a friend. To others, she was that voice on the radio who represented their struggles and talked about the issues that others avoided. To many of the participants at the 2008 Young Women's Knowledge & Leadership Institute, she was all that and more; she was one of us. An activist. Angel was always ready to help out, or just hang out after a strenuous day of talking about human rights, economic issues, sexual reproductive health etc. She was someone who spoke freely about what she believed in, but who also respected others' opinions. 

I have two vivid images of her in mind. One where she was in full Kenyan traditional garb, during our YOWLI conference, and the other when we were at a beach in Dakar. Beautiful and free-spirited. Its hard to imagine that someone as full of life as herself should be gone so quickly. Many YOWLIs connected with her on different levels. I connected with her because we're both journalists, and we both love writing. I found it admirable that she was willing to go on the radio every single day and talk about the poverty and suffering that people were undergoing in the impoverished neighborhoods of Kenya. Its one thing to put a pen to paper and talk about these issues, and its another thing altogether to put your own voice and name on air and condemn injustices. It makes you more vulnerable. Yet Angel was willing to do that, and she did. It helped that she was good at it, but her passion more than anything is what is evident. 

I remember on the last day of the YOWLI Conference, when El-Hadji Diouf - a popular Senegalese football player - came to show his support for us, Angel and Kgomotso had the privilege of taking a picture with him, and I caught the moment. I teased Angel that I wasn't going to give her the picture, until she paid up, because this was celebrity status right here. Lol. Of course, I emailed her the picture the moment I uploaded it onto my computer....who could resist her charm? And at the beach when we were trying to negotiate to buy beaded jewelry. And before one of the Privatization workshops when we staged our very own photo shoot. So many memories in only a month of knowing one another. 

The last time I spoke to Angel was about a week ago. We were catching up with one another, and she was telling me about her latest project in acting, and about how the radio job was going great and all. And she mentioned how she loved my blog and we should work on a project together...It's really hard to wrap my head around the fact that she is gone. I've never really had a problem dealing with death in the past, and I normally don't even shed a tear until a good couple of months later, but this. This is someone who was so full of life, and so committed to making the world a better place. And so young, with so much potential. She'd already achieved so much, but was still striving on. Yet she was so humble about it, you wouldn't even know the kind of force she was. 

For such a person to be taken away as a result of someone's negligence! I came across a CNN article on the Nakumatt fire last week and read through it. But never would I have thought that she would be a victim of that fire. As always, everything is linked. Governments who are not willing to spend and invest in proper energy and electricity initiatives, and instead spend on themselves. Citizens who have to deal with continual power outages and have to opt for generators to keep business and life going. And for heavens sake, institutions that care not to invest in the security of their workers and clients. How on earth could those security guards close the doors to that supermarket when there was a fire going on? One of the first things you learn about fires, is to keep doorways and pathways open. And the reason for that dumb move was to prevent looting? When people's lives are at stake? Obviously we seriously need to re-prioritize a lot of things. Whats even more annoying is the response teams actions on the videos that some people took...they didn't seem like they were in any sort of hurry to do anything. We need to work on our immediate response initiatives otherwise we shall continue to lose great assets to our communities. Until our government leaders get off their high horses, and realize that nothing can or should be neglected in development, well, enough said. To the families and friends of the 23 victims of that fateful fire, take heart. To those who's family members are missing, keep the faith.

Angel, you were a blessing to me and I'm sure to all who got a chance to interact with you. Your work is very admirable, and you've probably done more than some of us ever attempt to do in our lifetimes. Your legacy will live on, as each YOWLI continues to do what we all pledged to do in July 2008. You have done your part and you have done it beyond all expectations. You can hand over the mantle now, and know that you will forever be in our memories. We never got to do that project together, but we are both a part of a bigger project : of human and women's rights activism. Stay beautiful and blessed, until we meet again. RIP.