I am always excited when a new book is
published on It is not a novel.
It is not a turgid historical read either. It is a fascinating
narration by the author of over one hundred years of his roots and family
history as the descendant of a Liberated African. But the book’s fascination extends much
further than that because it gives a flavour of British colonial history in Victor’s story is all the more remarkable because it must
be remembered that Liberated Africans came to Sierra Leone – although they
were predominantly settled in Freetown and the surrounding villages – from
many other parts of Africa and did not settle there as an homogenous
group. Yet in the period of time
covered by the book they coalesced into a strong and united cultural group
that influenced not only the growth and development of An intriguing snapshot of Victor’s ancestry is in the
family name. How could thoroughbred
black Africans originally called Okoroafor end up
with “weeks” and “Smart” as part of their surname? In time the name Okoroafor transmogrified itself to Okrafor
and finally to Okrafo, probably a concession to the
English tongue that couldn’t get round a twister of a name like Okoroafor! It took a colonial Governor and a colonial
Bishop to have their names forever etched into the author’s family tree. At least the name Okoroafor
did not disappear for ever; otherwise our author would probably have been
named plain Victor Weeks or Victor Smart. His true identity would have been lost. As you will read in the book the Okrafo-Smart
family have every reason to be proud of themselves. They bred intellectuals in all spheres of
human endeavour right through their family history. Many studied abroad and
returned home as Surgeons, barristers, Judges, theologians and artists, and,
more often than not, better qualified than their colonial counterparts. This discrepancy gave rise to
discriminatory practices whereby a mediocre and less qualified white colonial
officer was promoted above the better qualified African. A case in point was that of the renowned
Dr. Robert Wellesley Cole whose mother was an Okrafo-Smart. He point-blank refused to give in to such
discriminatory practices and returned to The author’s grandfather was another case in point. Not
only was he the master builder who designed and landscaped the famous City
Hotel in the heart of Central to the Okrafo-Smart
story is the important fact that the author’s Grandfather’s brother, Dr
Benjamin Okrafo-Smart was able to establish a link
with the Ibo ethnic group in The African reader of this book will know how sacrosanct
our ancestors are to us. They are the
reason for our living. We talk to
them, we seek guidance from them. We
believe that they are always with us in our life’s journey. Before the
publication of books their stories were communicated from one generation to
another by word of mouth. Now, thanks
to writers and authors of Victor’s ilk we can still look back in awe at our
ancestor’s achievements and pass them down to succeeding generations. Of
course although this book commences with the story of just one Liberated
African from his arrival in Sierra Leone, his story goes back further in time
than 1816 and is probably lost in the mists of time. Let us remember also that there are a
hundred thousand and more such stories to be told that can enrich the
colourful tapestry of the history of the Krios in Finally, there is afoot in John Bankole
Jones Barrister at Law |
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