Once upon a time in Akure, a small town in western Nigeria, there lived four brothers: 15-year-old Ikena; 14-year-old Boja; 11-year-old Obembe; and our story’s narrator, 9-year-old Benjamin. They lived with their mother and father – a strict patriarch who worked for the Central Bank of Nigeria, and wanted his sons to grow up into “civilized” and successful men (a pilot, a lawyer, a doctor and a professor) – and two infant siblings. One day the father is transferred to another branch of the bank many miles from Akure, and so he has to leave his wife and children, trusting them to behave.
Boys, however, will be boys, and no longer under their father’s watchful eye, or the threat of the whip in his hand, they take up fishing in the local river: something they know is strictly forbidden. All is innocent misbehavior until one day they encounter Abula, the town’s “vision-seeing” madman both feared and revered for his soothsaying, who predicts Ikena will die by the hand of one of his brothers.
The plot’s initial fairytale-like simplicity mutates into something darker, similar to the “metamorphosis” Ikena himself undergoes in the aftermath of Abula’s foretelling, as he transforms into a “python”: “a mercurial and hot-tempered person constantly on the prowl,” fighting for his life.
One of the many delights of The Fishermen is how deeply multi-layered the ...