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The Workshop

If someone told me when I was five or fifteen that at thirty-two I would sit in an air-conditioned room in Lagos, on Victoria Island, with a woman named Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and twenty other writers and I would sit for nine days and we would all talk about writing, our own writing and the writing of others, that there would grow a soft place inside me for all the participants and organisers of this strange meeting, that the meeting would come to an end but actually that things like this never end. If someone had tried to convince me of this it would all have sounded rather unlikely. I guess when I was five Chimamanda wasn’t yet Chimamanda the acclaimed author and Farafina did not have a workshop in its name; there was no Farafina, not yet.

Today I am grateful to have my own memories of what it was like to participate in the 2012 Farafina Creative Writer’s Workshop. And I struggle to write about it without using words like joy, profound, indelible. What struck me about the workshop and the manner in which Chimamanda led it was the intimacy she managed to create with us twenty-one strangers. The workshop days, eight-hour sessions, happened with plenty of humour, lengthy exchanges on the politics of writing, ethics, and what exactly is feminism. We were often asked to write true stories from our life experiences and then read them out to the class. In discussing our histories, our cultures, our prejudices and stereotypes there was sometimes offence taken. This brought with it many apologies, working through misunderstandings and always a burgeoning friendship.

There had been nine hundred applications to the workshop. Chimamanda took pains to explain how the selections were made, no one’s cousin made it through and there was no pandering to calls from big ogas who wanted their sons and daughters to be accepted.


On the first day as each participant was invited to introduce themselves I recall thinking I’ll never remember everyone’s name and by the end of the workshop it was as if I had twenty new siblings, the ones who wanted to party, the ones who longed for more pepper in their food and better suya, the quiet ones, the ones who could say one line and have the entire room laughing, the quirks, the annoying habits, the endearing ones.


Accompanying Chimamanda was a taskforce of talented writers and teachers: Aslak Sira Myhre (non-fiction writer and politician, head of Norway’s ‘House of Literature’), Binyavanga Wainana (winner of 2007 Caine Writer’s Prize, author of memoir ‘One Day I Will Write About This Place’), Jeffrey Allen (recipient of the 2002 Whiting Writers’ Award, creative writing teacher and poet) and Rob Spillman (writer and editor of award winning literary journal ‘Tin House’).


To provide an alternative to the continued telling of Africa’s histories, cultures and stories from the perspective of non-Africans, emphasis was placed on non-fiction writing; it’s time (it has always been time) that we tell our own stories. I have always been wary of non-fiction, nervous of mining stories from real people’s lives. Because of this concern I welcomed Aslak’s lecture on ethics and how to write cognisant of the fact that you provide “a” perspective versus “the” perspective. One of the most empowering statements was that sometimes “writing is about the willingness to offend”.


Towards the end of the workshop we were asked to make a list of three of our flaws. Going round the table and having each person (including the teacher) share their list meant, in some ways, we, in that room, were closer to one another than some family members ever get. This would start to fulfil on one of the objectives of the workshop – to create a community of writers that sustains itself beyond the days of the workshop. The visits from alumni proved the success of this with past groups.
But it seemed the main reason behind an exercise such as this was to emphasise the very nature of what it is to write. To look and to look honestly. Over the course of the workshop the recurring theme from all the teachers echoed the saying of writer Abraham Rothberg: …fiction is a lie that tells the truth. It’s a strange task the fiction writer has, to make something up, invent it, but do it in such a way that the reader forgets they’re reading. And the reason the reader forgets they are reading is because they experience authenticity, there is no story, there is just how things are. As a writer apparently what it takes to create a piece of work that accomplishes that is many hours, many years of crafting, a lot of thinking, plenty of reading and the camaraderie of other writers.


Sentences. The importance of that first sentence when you think of an editor reading your submission (one of two hundred from an initial twenty-thousand) cannot be overstressed! We looked at word-choice and Chimamanda famously said: never purchase when you can buy. It is true that writers (at their own peril) fall in love with big words, get caught up in showing off and forget to just tell a good story. Jeff Allen spoke about how the best fiction is about more than one thing and how fiction is about struggle and conflict. The beauty of simplicity was stressed and we were invited, by Binyavanga, to practice stripping our sentences down to their bare essence – nouns and verbs, naming and doing!

We were given daily readings to discuss and dissect. Why do some stories stay with us and others not? Detail was stressed versus abstract. The character needs to be at risk, have something at stake – why else would we read on if there wasn’t something threatened, a reason to turn the page. Rob Spillman quoted Kurt Vonnegut as saying: every character needs something even if it’s just a glass of water.


I left the workshop shaken. Not in a good or bad way. Just shaken, shocked by the new people in my life. I felt uncertain, I’d arrived with lots of uncertainties but I’d collected a few new ones. “Uncertainty is good” we were told. That will keep you writing, keep you looking. As often happens to me when I experience something I think is special, a sense of melancholy pervaded my last few days in Lagos. Avoiding the inevitable goodbyes, hoping the new people I care for stay well, do well and keep connected; a sense of how precious life is, how sad things can be, how love can turn and not come back to what you remember. I was very afraid and excited. Afraid, as always, of being a terrible writer, of failing. Excited to try. Renewed in my belief, echoed by almost everyone I met at the workshop, in writing as an act of faith. Even an ancient form of prayer.

  1. September 3, 2012 at 11:38 pm

    Thank you for the privilege that exist in you sharing this experience so generously and vulnerably. I am at once inspired and intimidated by the idea of pursuing such a path- what a task, what a responsibility, what an honour. I look forward to reading more from you as you digest and reassess your new insights and continue to blossom as a writer. I look forward in anticipation and in awe.

    Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

    • abiola
      September 3, 2012 at 11:47 pm

      Thank YOU Hani. The inspiration and intimidation are wonderful ingredients for writing!

  2. September 4, 2012 at 1:08 pm

    Yewande! You have summed up the workshop so well. I have been telling people that this was easily one of the best learning experiences of my life, and they have been shocked. I have been shocked…’cos I didn’t expect it to be such a significant learning experience, but I definitely felt a couple of monumental shifts…during…and on the last few days of the workshop. Miss you girlfriend!

    • September 4, 2012 at 7:21 pm

      Hey Nana! Thanks for the comment. Missing you too – I owe you a visit to Ghana!

  3. September 4, 2012 at 6:49 pm

    Yewande — this is so beautiful, touches on so many aspects of writing and all the vulnerabilities — and the depths…am glad you could take this journeyxxx

    • September 4, 2012 at 7:27 pm

      Hey Melissa! Thank you, thanks for reading.

  4. September 4, 2012 at 8:15 pm

    please include more upcoming writers in such workshops to develop more skills

    • September 4, 2012 at 8:27 pm

      Hello Pamela. I am not sure what you mean, I am not one of the organisers of the workshop. To find out more about the Farafina Creative Writing Workshop visit:
      I learnt about the workshop through surfing the internet and applied to participate. Their funding currently allows for about 20 participants and selection is based on a combination of ability as well as what was described as uniqueness and ambition. There was a big range in the participants from people who had published novels to people whose entries for the workshop was the first time they were officially creating a piece of writing. So in my opinion “upcoming writers” were included and much skill was developed!

      • September 4, 2012 at 8:56 pm

        Thank you – sorry for misplaced posting

  5. David Ishaya Osu
    September 4, 2012 at 11:31 pm

    Wonderful! I cannot wait to be selected for the next edition. 2013.

  6. Kechi
    September 5, 2012 at 8:00 am

    Yewande, this brought nostalgia. I was there again, in all those classes…Thanks dear.

  7. mikail
    September 5, 2012 at 11:32 am

    This is awesome! I am happy for you guys. Just so was my experience at the 5th edition of the Fidelity Bank International Creative Writing Workshop

  8. Monique Kwachou
    September 5, 2012 at 9:22 pm

    Yewande! I second Nana! You summed up the experience perfectly! It was “shaking” down to the core and left us all aspiring, hopeful… till we meet again!

  9. kholo
    September 11, 2012 at 4:06 am

    Lovely piece Yewande….so thrilled for you. what a special joy to be able to immerse yourself in what you love;-)

    • September 11, 2012 at 7:04 am

      Thanks Kholo – you’re right it really is. I finally feel like I am no longer wasting my time…then of course there is the issue of buying daily bread and milk!!

  10. September 11, 2012 at 2:58 pm

    This brought back fond memories of a similar workshop I was opportuned to be a part of earlier this year, and like Mikail rightly said, it was an experience that was very enlightening. We were all “shaken’ at the end of it too. Keep the ink flowing dear.

  11. September 15, 2012 at 2:33 pm

    I have spent a good deal of time on FB and Twitter lately and wondered why the short phrases, comments, posts made me uncomfortable. It is because i missed stories. Thank goodness for people like all you workshop participants that still appreciate the value and integrity of stories. And yes, it is time to tell our (African) stories with courage and faith.

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