The Nigerian-Nordic Girls Guide to Lady Problems: Irony & Naming


Lisa Patten                                                                                                        October 9th, 2017


The Nigerian-Nordic Girls Guide to Lady Problems: Irony & Naming


            
All human beings, regardless of age, race, gender, physiology, environment, lifestyle, history and genetics, will die.  Our mortality is inescapable.  Yet when faced with serious disease, we often find ways of denying it, or sugar-coating it, or escaping it to avoid the pain of giving in to its power over us, and acknowledging our own mortality.

Faith Adiele uses self-irony, humor and different conventions of naming to protect herself and us from the true nature of her illness. 

From the start, she identifies her tumors by assigning them personalities.  Seen in this way, they aren’t abnormal diseased growths destroying her tissues and threatening her life.  Instead they are autonomous creatures, like cartoon characters, each with its own personality and characteristics, its own size and location.  She has disempowered them by reframing them with ironic humor.

Though the four or five tumors inside my womb (one the size of a grapefruit) are supposedly benign, their behavior is not as friendly as the word suggests. It’s difficult not to interpret their actions as downright hateful. One shoves angrily at my back, forcing me to sleep upright against a bank of pillows, like a princess. Another hunkers against my bladder, malicious, sending me constantly loping for the bathroom to strain and strain. Two clutch high, one churning whenever I eat, the other morose as a prisoner, twisting on its stalk and cutting off its own blood supply. The unconfirmed fifth one waits on the bench, ready to go in if any of the first string tires.

They’re not only angry but slightly mad, the result of a single cell gone awry that keeps reproducing itself. Enamored of its smooth musculature, its beauty reflected in white on the glistening pink walls of my uterus, it creates an entire veined community to keep itself company, a family of narcissists. Me, me, me! 1

The tumors accompany her everywhere.   Imbedded in her body while she “waits and watches” for months on end, they are as inescapable as a witch’s deadly curse.  They are attached to her womb, like four malformed fetuses, growing at different rates, aggravating different organs, and causing her discomfort, pain and fear on their own schedule, at their own whim.  The tumors have become such a constant, prominent presence in her belly and in her life that she almost gives them names, like unborn children.  This would help to lessen their true potency, and make them more tolerable and user friendly.  And yet, afraid of getting too familiar with them, too “attached,” she avoids this, and instead thinks about names for the real, vital children she may one day have.  Or not, depending on the outcome of her disease.

Faith’s clinicians and cultures offer different meanings and explanations for her condition, leaving her caught between her Western upbringing and her African roots.

According to Western medicine, Faith’s disease is the result of inheritance, being childless, and being of African descent.  When Faith researches her disease, she finds several different names for it:

…uterine myomas, fibromyomas, leiomyomas, leiomyomata uteri.  I settle on uterine myomas as the most foreign of the pronounceable options.  I’m not yet ready for the casual familiarity of fibroids.  … Fibroids sounds too ordinary, too acceptable, and I haven’t accepted any of this.”2

In this way, Faith choses a term that give her the most distance from her disease.

Years ago, however, when her Nordic mother had the same condition, she referred to the disease with more familiar word “fibroids.”  Her mother has what Faith later refers to as English “head-centered emotion”, and blamed her own tumors on

“All the things I never said, balled up inside me.”3

According to Faith’s African Igbo tradition, however,

“…illness is the result of offenses committed against Ala, the land, or against one’s own spirit-double, or against one’s ancestors. Health and well-being can only be achieved when humans, community, and cosmos are in harmony. I wonder if I am being punished for being born so far from home, for being the daughter of a twin*, for something I’ve done, or for something someone else has done.”4

*Faith’s mother was a twin.

Unlike the Western head-centered emotion of her mother, however, in Igbo

“…words and emotions are experienced in the belly. . .Our stomachs are heavy with feeling. I felt it for myself upon my return to the U.S. from Nigeria. I’d written a poem comparing head-centered English emotion to belly-centered Igbo emotion, and suddenly the loneliness of once again being the only black member of my family on this continent nearly knocked me to my knees, my ache for my new siblings actually physical.”5

For Faith, the Igbo culture offers the most profound explanation for her disease, even if only metaphorically.  Throughout her life, Faith’s African roots have had a powerful pull on her.  She feels guilty for being so detached from her African heritage, and for having so little contact with her African family.  In Igbo belief, illness is the result of offenses committed against the land or against one’s ancestors; Faith has committed such an offense by neglecting her African family.  In Igbo belief, moreover, emotions are experienced in the belly. Accordingly, the profound guilt and longing Faith feels for her African family have their source in her belly, where her disease is made manifest.  It is her Igbo culture and family which she feels she has ignored, yet with which she most clearly identifies.

Behind Faith’s ironic sense of humor and her attempts to distance herself from her disease, are the painful realities.  She has a serious illness, in which the odds are against her, solutions may be unreachable, and pain may be endless.  Ultimately, she has used irony to protect herself from the facts of her illness, and to draw us into our company. Without an ironic point of view, she has only the disease, and “in pain we are all alone”6

Although she doesn't speak bluntly about her illness until the end of the book, her awareness of the disease and ours have always been there.  It is in this unspoken space where the true nature of her illness lives, and her true connection with the reader is formed.




Footnotes
1          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Locations 16-24). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.

2          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Location 49). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.

3          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Locations 81-82). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.

4          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Locations 289-294). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.

5          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Locations 417-436). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.

6          Adiele, Faith. The Nigerian-Nordic Girl’s Guide to Lady Problems (Kindle Locations 521-523). Shebooks. Kindle Edition.




Comments

  1. I agree with you that Adiele does a lot of distancing from the more painful aspects of her life through using humor (and through other devices). When she laughs with her black friends about Adiele's doctor likely believing that Adiele has already had babies because she is a black woman, the laughter is almost like a coping mechanism. If you can joke about it, you can distance yourself from it. And yet, the humor is what draws readers into her story, and as you say, this is indeed ironic. It is as though the humor is the connection between ours and her understanding of her disease.

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  2. I also loved your attention to the certain devices Adiele uses to steer attention away from what is going on inside of her. It seemed it was a way to sugar coat what was going on while navigating the path towards her own wellness.

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