Growing up in Aba, a commercial town in the south of Nigeria, they were a voracious reader and writer from an early age. “I’m going to write this as if it’s just us,” they recall telling themself about the memoir, “because in my reality, in my world and in a world where we are free, it is just us.”Įmezi, who turns 34 on June 6, has been world-building since childhood. The viscerally intimate chronicling of Emezi’s lived experience, out June 8, serves as a manifesto marking a shift in their career away from the all-consuming white gaze toward a perspective that is Blacker and more beautiful. That’s where their latest book, Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir, comes in.
“I understand all the limitations that are put on us just by existing in this world, by trying to create work in this world, and I’m saying: To hell with that.”
As a Black author who’s always expressly desired to write for Black people, they’re at a moment in their career where being their most unapologetic and authentic self is not only possible, but also paramount. “Just to be able to talk to my own people is freedom,” Emezi says on a recent morning via Zoom, describing the ways writing for white audiences, or rather a publishing industry that centers white readers, is the exact opposite. The Nigeria-born, best-selling author of the critically acclaimed Freshwater, PET and The Death of Vivek Oji is simply no longer interested in projecting false versions of themself-even if disengaging with such a survival mechanism comes with costs. The masks we don to survive a white-supremacist world that simply can’t hold our Black, queer, trans and godly brilliance. The ones that hide and shade more than our cheeks and eyes, camouflaging the traumas we’ve triumphed over. Akwaeke Emezi has taken off their masks-the ones we all wear that grin and lie, as poet Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote.
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