DELE WEDS DESTINY

After 30 years, three college friends from Nigeria reunite for a daughter’s wedding.

As different as they are from each other, Enitan, Zainab, and Funmi were so closely entwined during their turbulent university years that it’s hard to believe they haven’t been together as a threesome since graduation. But Enitan married a redheaded Peace Corps volunteer from Connecticut and immigrated to the United States, where she’s raised a very American daughter. Zainab, the tall, elegant offspring of a Hausa academic, married one of her father’s friends and had four sons. Her husband has now suffered an incapacitating series of strokes, and she, the only one of the friends who didn't study nursing, has become a full-time caretaker. Funmi, the man-killer of the group, is rich, “as in she-has-an-apartment-in-London, shops-at-Harrods rich, as in she-also-has-a-house-in-Lekki-and-a-sprawling-compound-in-her-husband's-village rich. As in...what-her-husband-does-is-ill-defined-and-definitely-involves-bribery, but-she-prefers-not-to-think-about-it rich” The occasion of her daughter Destiny’s marriage has roused her from a midlife coma of boredom, eager to reassemble her friends, invite hundreds of people, and put on the show of the decade. The fact that Destiny shares not a whit of her enthusiasm for this event? Well, maybe if she ignores it, it will go away. Obaro’s debut is a portrait of female friendship that will feel familiar to women everywhere, but it is also infused with Nigerian cultural specificity: food, clothing, religion, music, and ambient threat. “Nigeria unleashed constant reminders of one's mortality: death via traffic accident, a bridge collapse, a plane crash, an especially bad case of malaria, a sloppy blood transfusion, a kidnapping gone wrong, robbery, stress-induced heart attack, food poisoning, an act of black magic, poverty. The ways to die were endless. That's why you had to live, and live ferociously, and often selfishly and exploitatively, but Funmi did not worry herself about these details....It was best to count your blessings and keep it moving.” Perhaps an epilogue could have remedied the abruptness of the ending, which leaves an awful lot up in the air.

An engrossing read with strong characters and a clear portrait of Nigeria then and now.