By Primus Tazanu
A Nose for Money is a synopsis of the lifestyles and experiences of the power drunk elite attached to the present political leadership in the land of Mimbo. It is a courageous book, a piece of venom calmly delivered in sugar cubes.
With deep patriotism, strong sense of humour and exceptional talent, Nyamnjoh plunges very deep into the socio-economic and political world of Mimboland, revealing a festive world of deceit, opportunism, infidelity, insecurity, ignorance and a perfectly organised statecraft based on theft, insider-insider trading and secrecy.
The story reveals and reviews the state of Mimboland politics that has headed in an uncomfortable direction for any concerned observer. Corruption is neither controlled nor controllable and with money plus connection, anyone can gain security and protection necessary to ransack society in any chosen domain. Seen from this standpoint, a centerpiece of the book circulates around a governance tactic in Mimboland based on a commonsense notion that a goat is expected to eat where it is tethered. This is a selfish and destructive form of governance, which allows those with common exploitative interests to churn up and destroy the state machinery in the form of bribery and corruption in all imaginable forms.
The author sees power elites in civil service as ‘starving vultures, ready to pounce on the living’ Initially, Prospère, the main hero, does not make sense of what he encounters on his arrival in Nyamandem, the capital city. He considers himself as a victim in the ‘atmosphere of corruption and thirst for money, which greeted him (132). He later realises that he actually went through the normal channel on the way business is done in the public service:
Unable to do otherwise, and anxious to avoid blackmail of any kind, Prospère had allowed the goat to eat where it was tethered. They had become friends, and henceforth Matiba had tipped him off about this or that government contract and had provided him with vital insider information…(170).
In fact, the practice runs across all segments of the society. Even businessmen, believed to be bringers of good fortune to the society have ‘little left…by way of alternatives’ (133). Prospère has to either succumb to the system or see his millions perish. As an insider of the system and coming from the same tribe, Matiba tells Prospère that no businessman, no matter how industrious he could be can succeed on his own without government assistance and benediction (141). The benefits of belonging to the system are evident:
But his businesses might not have taken off as rapidly as they did, had these friends not been in government at the time that he came to Nyamandem…In fact Prospère sometimes wondered if being in government, meant anything other than an opportunity to fill one’s mouth and pockets and siphon as much as one could…The individual belly, not the community belly, was said to be the heart of politics and ambition for power in Nyamandem and the country at large (160).
A Nose for Money is a grassroots book aiming at stirring debate on the state of a nation that lives in phony unity and peace. The interesting thing about the book is that it volunteers and sacrifices on behalf of the people, to act as a spy into the lives of politicians and their cronies. They deeply have the knowledge that their lifestyles may be provoking jealousy and spite from the populace. Those the system has elected ‘set the pace or rhythm for their compatriots in the cramped garbage dumps of the peripheries of the city’ (141).
Being an elite and belonging to a privileged class also have attributes of flamboyancy and arrogance associated with consumerism, demeaning of local school system and looking for the West, especially France as the model (154 & 158). A captivating summary of the privileged elite of Mimboland cannot be more vivid than what we see when Prospère suddenly:
… bulldozed his way into membership of the évolués, a privileged class of people whose nostrils were conditioned to pick up only the smell of waded notes (157).
At the other end of the spectrum are the disillusioned, disenfranchised and impoverished citizens who bear the consequences of bad governance as symbolised in the character Monique.
Monique symbolises innocent Mimbolanders who are dying silently in pain, with a lot of love for their country despite being subjected to torturous leadership, repression, political trickery and the callous disregard for their enfeebled voices. They are those who want to know the truth.
A Nose for Money, acting as a representative of the grassroots castigates the leadership through the voiceless thoughts of Monique:
And why did he decline to say anything about his first wives that could help her understand what sort of women they were?…Should such insensitivity continue, Monique wondered what her life would be in Prospère’s villa of polygamy. How was she going to cope with co-wives and a husband who couldn’t read her feelings? (165).
Monique’s cries denote the inattentiveness of leadership to the people who live precariously on the fringes of the political scene, either unable or reluctant to be involved in the opportunistic destruction of Mimboland. They watch politicians jostle around with unimaginable wealth and live executive lifestyles.
Another criticism of the unfortunate leadership is voiced by a cleaner at Matiba’s Ministry, who openly proclaims his dislike of the power elite, whom he believes have ‘eyes to see’ yet blindfold the ‘sightless’ (98).
A Nose for Money mocks and punctures the pride of power elites. Having presented them as great people with great power, the author then turns around to show where they get their protection and security—from diviners, living in the periphery of cities and in remote villages. He is like informing the leaders that although you seem powerful, you are also vulnerable to rumours, deceit, insecurity, opportunism, infidelity and most of all, the diviners—be they quack or real. Prospère is dismissive of rumour that has developed in various forms to tarnish his image and source of wealth. Of particular worry to him is the rumour that he killed his third wife by entering into a ‘secret pact with the devil through a dangerous form of witchcraft known as Nyongo…[in order] to maintain his riches, and even become richer’ (184).
Rumour plays an important role in the mockery of the power elite in a country where official channels to referee leadership’s sources of wealth are almost inexistent. In any case, the unaccountability of leadership has a backlash of helping the public develop rumour as a means of sanctioning reality the leadership for keeping reality in check.
The deflation of those in power is even more evident in their ever-increasing desire to protect themselves, their wealth, businesses and position with traditional spiritual fortifiers. According to their professed faith as Catholics (especially in Prospère’s case), such practices qualify them as pagans (158). As part of a system that permits double standards backstage, Prospère does not feel uncomfortable marrying more than one wife, consulting diviners, bribing, and allegedly signing pacts of the devil. And yet, he is Catholic!
An honourable Anglophone vice-minister praises a famous diviner (mungang man), just at the very moment Prospère wants to know the truth about his late wife and to dismiss rumour that has developed around it:
He’s quite a famous man, Ngek. People leave Nyamandem, important politicians and businessmen, and go there for him to fortify them, to alter their misfortunes and protect their good fortunes (183).
Quite demeaning is the great millionaire Prospère trekking through areas inaccessible to cars, just like other important people in Mimboland, in order to see Ngek the great diviner. The course of interaction between Prospère and the diviner reveals how chicken-hearted Prospère is. The diviner constantly addresses him ‘big man’ in order to prick his bloated pride as a father of eight he in reality is not. He is at the mercy of the diviner in the desperate quest to know the truth about his wife’s death. And when the truth is revealed the great businessman
…became weak and confused. Sweat gushed out of him in great profusion. He sat speechless, starring at Ngek with bewilderment, and wishing it were a dream. He looked like a helpless victim of witchcraft (199).
The predictive power of the book cannot be underestimated. It does not fail to foresee that a barren or unproductive leadership concocts ingredients for internal revolts, the seeds of its own destruction. In a theatrical atmosphere, Prospère tells Ngek, the mungang man that he has eight children but the old man says:
You no get no child…Even this woman them here know say no child they born be your own (198).
While Prospère and his retinue are caught in a tense atmosphere, the relaxed mungang man continues to display his authority over the hurtful truth and proof of Prospère’s impotency. He tells Chantal and Charlotte to confess the truth about their infidelity and true father of their children. To his request:
They said that when they both realised that their husband was sterile, they started going out for their children…both women had preferred to make children with outsiders rather than see their marriage sacrificed (199)
A Nose for Money illustrates that no matter how controlling a leadership is, there is always a way out, even if in a distant future. Despite providing all security he deems utmost to his wives and combined with blindness, Prospère is drawn aback in the end when he realises that his unfaithful wives do not only get one, but four children each from outside. And they are pregnant again! This reminds me of Chinua Achebe’s Arrow of God where though only one yam is demanded, the people bring more than one to sacrifice to their new god, upon rejection of their god who has failed them.
In the case of A Nose for Money this rebellion to the ideal norm of matrimony is perhaps a message that a passive revolt inevitably builds up against any unproductive and unpopular leadership, which falsely believes it is accepted. A blind Prospère had failed to recognise a version of the silent rebellion:
Charlotte and Chantal would not dream of such thing as a driver… [It] was unnecessarily extravagant. And Prospère had either forgotten or given up his earlier idea of using a driver as a spy. They would rather Prospère himself drove them if he was so adamant on having them driven around (174).
After realising that he has been a fool and unthinking, Prospère goes out and kills himself. Just as the leadership he supports, he did not know himself well and the small issues he ignored and neglected are the very ones that pulled him down. Prospère, like Mubuto Sese Seko and Idi Amin, lived as he would never die, but died as he never lived, in a remote area untouched by the deception and trickery of the leadership that he embraced and supported. The two policemen:
…both arrived at the hut…hoping to startle Prospère, and to ask him to…behave like the big man he was. But what they saw was worse than they had expected. On the floor, buried in his own blood, was Prospère (202).
It is undeniable that Prospère is a hero. His ability to learn the rules of the system, integrate fast, manipulate and fabricate lies to meet his needs make him a Mimbolander of enviable quality. As a main character, we tend to share his tragedy just like in many tragic novels. But this feeling for a fallen hero is short-lived in A Nose for Money because Prospère’s tragedy is not a tragedy of the people. It is a tragedy of the ruling elites who stubbornly ignore and deny citizenry basic fundamental human rights. Prospère’s unchallenged ventures signify the unabated exploitation of the population by leadership. He of course ate where he was tethered.
Great review, Primus. This review raises interesting issues about the democratisation of corruption and the death of innocence in Nyamnjoh's fictional Mimboland. All these factors work to the detriment of the common wealth, given the proportionate bulging appetite for imports by the Mimboland elite.
However, I was wondering about the role of the secretaries who act as gatekeepers to the ministers Howe do they factor into this maze of corruption within which the goat eats where it is tethered?
Given that Primus also infuses the issue of Monique's innocence, one wonders whether her fate caricatures the fate of the innocents in a Mimboland where vultures run riot. Just a few thoughts!!
Posted by: Fonteh Akum | July 21, 2007 at 07:09 AM
Superb review. That reminds me of our days in UB when Nyamnjoh was an icon in criticising sicial misdeeds.
Posted by: Charles AKOH Radio Equinoxe, Douala | July 27, 2007 at 01:56 AM
When we were at UB a decade ago, Dr Nyamnjoh used to teach us about Ali Mazrui etc. UB who never gave him the chance to really shine needs to get someone to teach the students about Nyamnjoh!
Posted by: Tadoh | August 19, 2007 at 12:27 AM