Celebrating Buchi Emecheta

Celebrating Buchi Emecheta
09:30-20:00, Saturday 3 February 2018
Brunei Gallery Lecture Theatre & Suite, SOAS, Thornhaugh St, Russell Square, London WC1H 0XG

An all-day celebration of the life and work of the acclaimed Nigerian novelist Buchi Emecheta, who passed away in January 2017.

As a novelist and story teller Buchi Emecheta touched the lives of many people, and continues to inspire a new generation through the example she set as an immigrant, single mother of five children who rose to became an international literary figure.

This anniversary event will be a celebration Buchi Emecheta’s life and work as well as an opportunity to hold a public conversation about her legacy.

The event will include a curated installation of The Life and Times of Buchi Emecheta, panel discussions, dramatisations of excerpts from two of her best know novels, music and dancing and of course Nigerian food. Also expect a colourful cultural tribute from members of the Ibusa community in London…

The official launch of the Buchi Emecheta Foundation and Omenala Press’ exciting new edition of Buchi Emecheta’s books will take place on the same day. The full programme will be available in January 2018 on http://ift.tt/2uEPIwI

Presented by The Buchi Emecheta Foundation and Omenala Press, in partnership with the Royal African Society, Africa Writes, Centre of African Studies, University of London, Igbo Conference & Afrikult. Supported by Arts Council England.

Tickets: £12 Early Bird Price, available until December 20th. Book on Eventbrite.

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