The Girl with the Louding Voice

The Girl with the Louding Voice

by Abi Daré

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“A courageous story.”—The New York Times

“A celebration of girls who dare to dream.”—Imbolo Mbue, author of Behold the Dreamers (Oprah’s Book Club pick)
Named a Most Anticipated Book of 2020 by The New York TimesMarie ClaireVogueEssence, PopSugar, Daily Mail, Electric LiteratureRed Magazine, Stylist, Daily Kos, Library JournalThe Every Girl, and Read It Forward!

A powerful, emotional debut novel told in the unforgettable voice of a young Nigerian woman who is trapped in a life of servitude but determined to fight for her dreams and choose her own future.
Adunni is a fourteen-year-old Nigerian girl who knows what she wants: an education. This, her mother has told her, is the only way to get a “louding voice”—the ability to speak for herself and decide her own future. But instead, Adunni's father sells her to be the third wife of a local man who is eager for her to bear him a son and heir.

When Adunni runs away to the city, hoping to make a better life, she finds that the only other option before her is servitude to a wealthy family. As a yielding daughter, a subservient wife, and a powerless slave, Adunni is told, by words and deeds, that she is nothing.

But while misfortunes might muffle her voice for a time, they cannot mute it. And when she realizes that she must stand up not only for herself, but for other girls, for the ones who came before her and were lost, and for the next girls, who will inevitably follow; she finds the resolve to speak, however she can—in a whisper, in song, in broken English—until she is heard.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524746087
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/04/2020
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 3,556
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Abi Daré grew up in Lagos, Nigeria, and has lived in the UK for eighteen years. She studied law at the University of Wolverhampton and has an MSc in International Project Management from Glasgow Caledonian University as well as an MA in Creative Writing at Birkbeck, University of London. The Girl with the Louding Voice won the Bath Novel Award for unpublished manuscripts in 2018 and was also selected as a finalist in the 2018 Literary Consultancy Pen Factor competition. Abi lives in Essex with her husband and two daughters, who inspired her to write her debut novel.

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Chapter 1 

This morning, Papa call me inside the parlor.

He was sitting inside the sofa with no cushion and looking me. Papa have this way of looking me one kind. As if he wants to be flogging me for no reason, as if I am carrying shit inside my cheeks and when I open mouth to talk, the whole place be smelling of it.

"Sah?" I say, kneeling down and putting my hand in my back. "You call me?"

"Come close," Papa say.

I know he want to tell me something bad. I can see it inside his eyes; his eyesballs have the dull of a brown stone that been sitting inside hot sun for too long. He have the same eyes when he was telling me, three years ago, that I must stop my educations. That time, I was the most old of all in my class and all the childrens was always calling me "Aunty." I tell you true, the day I stop school and the day my mama was dead is the worst day of my life.

When Papa ask me to move closer, I am not answering him because our parlor is the small of a Mazda car. Did he want me to move closer and be kneeling inside his mouth? So, I kneel in the same place and wait for him to be talking his mind.

Papa make a noise with his throat and lean on the wood back of the sofa with no cushion. The cushion have spoil because our last born, Kayus, he have done too many piss inside it. Since the boy was a baby, he been pissing as if it is a curse. The piss mess the cushion, so Mama make Kayus to be sleeping on it for pillow.

We have a tee-vee in our parlor; it didn't work. Born-boy, our first born, he find the tee-vee inside dustbin two years back when he was working a job as dustbin collector officer in the next village. We are only putting it there for fashion. It is looking good, sitting like a handsome prince inside our parlor, in the corner beside the front door. We are even putting small flower vase on top it; be like a crown on the prince head. When we have a visitor, Papa will be doing as if it is working and be saying, "Adunni, come and put evening news for Mr. Bada to watch." And me, I will be responding, "Papa, the remote-controlling is missing." Then Papa will shake his head and say to Mr. Bada, "Those useless childrens, they have lost the remote-controlling again. Come, let us sit outside, drink and forget the sorrows of our country, Nigeria."

Mr. Bada must be a big fool if he didn't know that it is a lie.

We have one standing fan too, two of the fan blade is missing so it is always blowing air, which is making the whole parlor too hot. Papa like to be sitting in front of the fan in the evening, crossing his feets at his ankles and drinking from the bottle that have become his wife since Mama have dead.

"Adunni, your mama have dead," Papa say after a moment. I can smell the drink on his body as he is talking. Even when Papa didn't drink, his skin and sweat still smell.

"Yes, Papa. I know," I say. Why is he telling me something I have already know? Something that have cause a hole inside my heart and fill it with block of pain that I am dragging with me to everywhere? How can I ever be forgetting how my mama was coughing blood, red and thick with spit bubbles, inside my hand every day for three months? When I am closing my eyes to sleep at night, I still see the blood, sometimes I taste the salt of it.

"I know, Papa," I say again. "Have another something bad happen?"

Papa sigh. "They have told us to be going."

"To be going to where?" Sometimes I have worry for Papa. Since Mama have dead, he keep saying things that didn't make sense, and sometimes he talk to hisself, cry to hisself too when he think nobody is hearing.

"You want me to fetch water for your morning baff?" I ask. "There is morning food too, fresh bread with sweet groundnut."

"Community rent is thirty thousan' naira," Papa say. "If we cannot pay the moneys, we must find another place to live." Thirty thousand naira is very plenty moneys. I know Papa cannot find that moneys even if he is searching the whole of the Nigeria because even my school fees moneys of seven thousand, Papa didn't have. It was Mama who was paying for school fees and rent moneys and feeding money and everything money before she was dead.

"Where we will find that kind money?" I ask.

"Morufu," Papa say. "You know him? He come here yesterday. To see me."

"Morufu the taxi driver?" Morufu is a old man taxi driver in our village with the face of a he-goat. Apart from his two wifes, Morufu is having four childrens that didn't go to school. They just be running around the village stream in their dirty pant, pulling sugar cartons with string, playing suwe and clapping their hand until the skin about to peel off. Why was Morufu visiting our house? What was he finding?

"Yes," Papa say with a tight smile. "He is a good man, that Morufu. He surprise me yesterday when he say he will pay community rent for us. All the thirty thousan'."

"That is good?" I ask the question because it didn't make sense. Because I know that no man will be paying for another somebody's rent unless he is wanting something. Why will Morufu pay our community rent? What was he wanting? Or is he owing Papa moneys from before in the past? I look my papa, my eyes filling with hope that it is not the thing I am thinking. "Papa?"

"Yes." Papa wait, swallow spit and wipe his front head sweat. "The rent moneys is . . . is among your owo-ori."

"My owo-ori? You mean my bride-price?" My heart is starting to break because I am only fourteen years going fifteen and I am not marrying any foolish stupid old man because I am wanting to go back to school and learn teacher work and become a adult woman and have moneys to be driving car and living in fine house with cushion sofa and be helping my papa and my two brothers. I don't want to marry any mens or any boys or any another person forever, so I ask Papa again, talking real slow so he will be catching every word I am saying and not mistaking me in his answer: "Papa, is this bride-price for me or for another person?"

And my papa, he nod his head slowly slow, not minding the tears standing in my eyes or the opening wide of my mouth, as he is saying: "The bride-price is for you, Adunni. You will be marrying Morufu next week."

Chapter 2

When the sun climb down from the sky and hide hisself deep in the crack of the night, I sit up on my raffia mat, kick Kayus leg away from my feets, and rest my back on the wall of our room.

My head been stoning my mind with many questions since this morning, questions that are not having answers. What is it meaning, to be the wife of a man with two wifes and four childrens? What is making Morufu to want another wife on top the already two? And Papa, why is he wanting to sell me to a old man with no any thinking of how I am feeling? Why didn't he keep the promise he make to Mama before she dead?

I rub my chest, where the too many questions is causing a sore, climb to my feets with a sigh, and walk to the window. Outside, the moon is red, hanging too low the sky, be as if God pluck out his angry eye and throw it inside our compound.

There are fireflies in the air this night, their body is flashing a light of many colors: green and blue and yellow, every one of them dancing and blinking in the dark. Long ago, Mama tell me that fireflies are always bringing good messages to peoples at night. "A firefly is the eyesballs of a angel," she say. "See that one there, the one perching on the leaf of that tree, Adunni. That one be bringing a message of moneys for us." I didn't sure what message that firefly was wanting to bring that long time ago, but I know it didn't bring no money.

When Mama was dead, a light off itself inside of me. I keep myself in that dark for many months until one day Kayus find me in the room where I was sorrowing and weeping, and with his eyes round, full of fear, he beg me to stop my crying because my crying is causing him a heart pain.

That day, I pick up my sorrow and lock it in my heart so that I can be strong and care for Kayus and Papa. But sometimes, like today, the sorrow climb out of my heart and stick his tongue in my face.

When I close my eyes on some days, I see my mama as a rose flower: a yellow and red and purple rose with shining leafs. And if I sniff a deep sniff, I can catch her smell too. That sweet smell of a rosebush sitting around a mint tree, of the coconut soap in her hair just after a washing at Agan waterfalls.

My mama was having long hair which she will plait with black threads and roll around her head like a thick rope, looking like two or three small tires around her head. Sometimes she will remove the threads, let the hair climb down to her back so that I can brush it with her wooden brush. Sometimes, she will take the brush from my hand, make me to sit on a bench in the outside by the well, and twist up my own hair with so much coconut oil that I go about the whole village smelling like a frying food.

She didn't old, my mama, only forty-something years of age before she die, and every day I feel a paining in my spirit for her quiet laugh and voice, for the soft of her arms, for her eyes that say more things than her mouth ever speak.

She didn't sick for too long, thank God. Just six and half months of coughing and coughing until the cough eat up her whole flesh and make her shoulders be like the handle of our parlor door.

Before that devil sickness, Mama was always keeping busy. Always doing the-this and the-that for the everybody in the village. She will fry one hundred puff-puffs every day to sell in Ikati market, sometimes picking fifty of it, the best of the gold-brown ones from the hot oil, and tell me to take it to Iya, one old woman living in Ag‡n village.

I didn't too sure of how Iya and Mama are knowing each other, or what is her real name because "Iya" is a Yoruba word for old woman. All I know is my mama was always sending me to give food to Iya and all the older womens who are sick in the village around Ikati: hot amala and okra soup with crayfish or beans and dodo, the plantain soft, oily.

One time, I bring puff-puff to Iya, after Mama was too sick to travel far, and when I reach home that night and ask Mama why she keep sending food to peoples when she is feeling too sick to travel far, Mama say, "Adunni, you must do good for other peoples, even if you are not well, even if the whole world around you is not well."

It was Mama who show me how to pray to God, to put thread in my hair, to wash my cloth with no soap, and to change my under-cloth when my monthly visitor was first coming.

My throat tight itself as I hear her voice in my head now, the faint and weak of it, as she was begging Papa to don't give me to any man for marriage if she die of this sickness. I hear Papa's voice too, shaking with fear but fighting to be strong as he was answering her: "Stop this nonsense dying talk. Nobody is dying anything. Adunni will not marry any man, you hear me? She will go to school and do what you want, I swear to you! Just do quick and better yourself!"

But Mama didn't do quick and better herself. She was dead two days after Papa make that promise, and now I am marrying a old man because Papa is forgetting all the things he make promise to Mama. I am marrying Morufu because Papa is needing moneys for food and community rent and nonsense.

I taste the salt of my tears at the memorying of it all, and when I go back to my mat and close my eyes, I see Mama as a rose flower. But this rose is no more having yellow and red and purple colors with shining leafs. This flower be the brown of a wet leaf that suffer a stamping from the dirty feets of a man that forget the promise he make to his dead wife.

Customer Reviews

The Girl with the Louding Voice: A Novel 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
LindaSivertsen 7 days ago
I just finished listening to this audiobook--an experience I will never forget. The Girl with the Louding Voice is masterfully written and performed. I'm speechless, but had to weigh in right away. I can't wait to read more from this author. Adunni (our protagonist) has my heart. Sequel, please! x
Judy Allen 11 days ago
The gradual improvement in the English language is ingenious not to mention the main character who steals one's heart.
4469080 18 days ago
The desire for education should be shared with those who take it for granted. A great read into what education means.
Jean patrick 25 days ago
I have been to Nigeria--Lagos and Kaduna--and reading about Adunni brought it all back. The descriptions of the people, the market, the villages are so on point and so well written I felt as if I was there again. The cadence of the dialog was perfect and I could hear the young girls who became my friends. Kudos to Abi Dare for this book that presents her homeland so well.
smg5775 29 days ago
Adunni wants an education but her father arranges a marriage for her for her bride-price. As she goes off to her new home, she is the third wife and expected to give her husband a son. Because of things that happen and Adunni's fear of being accused of murder, she runs away. She is sold to a woman in Lagos as a servant. She finds that she is replacing the former servant who has disappeared under mysterious circumstances. She keeps her eyes and ears open to solve that mystery. She also serves under Big Madam who uses her horribly and tries to keep her distance from Big Madam's husband, Big Daddy. The cook of the household tells her of an opportunity to get an education. She is fearful but, having being befriended by a neighbor of Big Madam, she has the courage to go after it. I loved Adunni and Ms. Tia, Big Madam's neighbor. Both are doing what they can to help women in Nigeria to better their lives. It is small steps but big dreams that compel them to make their choices. When Ms. Tia has experienced some of the superstitions that many Nigerians allow into their lives, she decides she will help Adunni however she can. Adunni decides to get the education so she can teach other girls what is out in the world away from the village and city superstitions under which they live. I loved that the story ends on a high note with hope of a better future. This was a painful read for me because of the devaluation and abuse of women and girls. Few people feel that it is wrong. It is just the way it is. All many care about is where is their next meal coming from and will they have a roof over their heads. I liked when Adunni asked why the men did not have to go through the same rituals that women do. She always asked the right questions. This is worth reading but it is not an easy read. It is one that will stay with me.
Karen Guckert 3 months ago
What an excellent book! I couldn't put it down. Deeply developed characters and a captivating storyline.
Vicki Saia 3 months ago
If I could give this book more than five stars I would. l loved this book.
nfam 4 months ago
A Young Nigerian Girl Searches for an Education to Give Her a “Louding” Voice Born into poverty in Nigeria, Adunni at fourteen has been the family caretaker since her mother died. In Nigeria girls count for nothing. They have no voice. Before she died, Adunni’s mother told her that an education would give her a voice. Adunni doesn’t want just any voice. She wants a “louding” voice. Adunni’s search for an education is not easy. First she’s sold to an older wealthy man as a bride. He wants a son. She runs away to the city hoping for a better life and is eventually sold in to slavery in Lagos. Through all the trials she doesn’t lose her objective of getting an education and becoming a teacher to help other girls. This is a beautiful story, full of trials but also full of hope. Adunni is a character you will remember for a long time. She’s strong and brave and determined to better her life. The book is not easy to read at the beginning. Adunni is the narrator and her English is imperfect. As the book continues it gets better as her English improves. However, I was able to get the rhythm of the narrative and after the first chapters I didn’t notice the strong dialect. The book highlights a number of abuses in Nigeria from child marriage to slave labor and the enormous gap between the poor and the wealthy. Although these issues form part of story, this book is about Adunni and her amazing resilience. I highly recommend it. I received this book from Penguin Random House for this review.
Joycerl 4 months ago
Stunning debut novel.I truly hope it wins an award. This is the story of Adunni a young Nigerian girl.Her life is full of hardships starting with her mother dying and her father selling her off to be a third wife to a man who is desperate to have a son. She runs away and ends up as a maid in a wealthy Nigerian home.The hardships she endures and the way she overcame obstacles is the bulk of this book.You cry with her and laugh with her in a few brief funny moments. Very well written,this book sucks you in and suddenly you realize you have tears in your eyes! Thankyou Netgalley for this ARC
literarymuseVC 4 months ago
Adunni wants to become educated, to learn and share that learning so that she will be known before she is seen. This advice came from her mother but was cut off when her mother died and the family could not even afford the rent of their home. However, Adunni goes on teaching her siblings to read and write and do simple math problems. Her father had promised her mother this would continue but he breaks his promise and arranges a marriage for Adunni at the age of 14. The dowry money sets her family up for comfort and Adunni marries a man with one goal, to have Adunni give birth to a boy. Adunni is absolutely devastated. An unpredictable and devastating tragedy occurs and Adunni knows she will be killed unless she leaves her small town in Nigeria. So, she escapes by running away to Lagos, a large city full of millionaires and successful merchants. There she works for an entrepreneur who is not only very rich but also very cruel. She regularly beats Adunni, whose only comfort are the books in her master’s library. Unfortunately, the lady’s husband is a playboy whose behavior caused the loss of the last housemaid in Adunni’s position. Adunni has two good friends whose help will enable her to attain her dream of becoming a teacher. This is the story of her journey to become a “louding voice,” replete with all of her challenges. Adunni’s personality is the most captivating part of this story. She has all the normal fears and sorrowful reactions to the cruelty around her but refuses to be daunted by them. Others are thrown by her incessant questioning and curiosity but she survives their mockery and disbelief. Some additional attention goes to Nigeria’s political condition which is on the verge of either democracy or a military dictatorship. Adunni marvels at the wealth Nigeria has attained and its prominent place in the world economy. The Girl with the Louding Voice… is a memorable read about the difficult but promising world of visions and dreams, about the need to move beyond superstition and prejudice, about the role of faith in which to center one’s life. Remarkable and highly recommended read! Great writing, Abi Dare!
Kindle1965 4 months ago
I found it quite tedious and taxing to read the sample of this book...I assume the author has chosen this style of writing and word spelling to make a point. After the first chapter being written this way, we get it.