The Gods Are Not to Blame is a 1968 play and a 1971 novel by Ola Rotimi. An adaptation of the Greek classic Oedipus Rex, set in an indeterminate period of a Yoruba kingdom, the story centers on Odewale, who is lured into a false sense of security, only to somehow get caught up in a somewhat consanguineous trail of events.
Olawale Gladstone Emmanuel Rotimi, best known as Ola Rotimi (13 April 1938 – 18 August 2000), was one of Nigeria's leading playwrights and theatre directors. He has been called "a complete man of the theatre – an actor, director, choreographer and designer – who created performance spaces, influenced by traditional architectural forms."
I remember when I read this for my African Literature class in high school. After we had finished reading the book, discussion and analysis were the next things up the list of things to do next. And so we did that. The question which was thrown out to us for dissection by our teacher was: Are the gods to blame? Now this is the part where I tell you exactly why this book is memorable for me. But first, If you know this book: Oedipus Rex, then you already have an idea of what this story is about, it's implications, the cruelty of it's tragic plot, and amount of debate the question above presents. A boy destined to succeed, to be a king and be great, to kill his father and marry his mother. A boy who would be the author of many tragedies. Did the gods watch in calm amusement as humans tried to undo this monstrous prophecy by decreeing that the boy be killed when he was born? And were they fascinated by the blind confidence of men, and the uselessness of their fumbling schemes as they failed and the boy survived? Did they smile sinister, knowing smiles as the die was cast? I prefer the original from which this story was adapted. Oedipus Rex was one of the books I book-napped from my father's shelves and read as a little girl. I only remember bits and pieces from it. But I love it still.
▶ THE QUESTION WAS "WHY?" THE ANSWER IS... At the time, I thought(and still think) the title of the book: The Gods Are Not To Blame wasn't an assertive declaration by the author - even if it simply presented itself as such - but rather it was the exact opposite, an open question in disguise, delivered for thought. An atmosphere for doubt and pensiveness. I thought about it(and not for long because I knew what my answer was from the first page to the very last page), and maintained what I saw as the truth long after I had put the book down. My answer was a negative. They were to blame goddamit. They were full of blame, stinking and rotting from it. They decided the fates, and they presented you with a false sense of choiceness, an empty cruel gesture. Daring you to outsmart, thwart, and evade the cunning lord, Kismet.
But we were having a discussion, and like all discussions, contradicting opinions were guaranteed. My closest friend at the time, gave an answer, her opinion, which was in strong opposition to mine. And let me tell you something, that was the year of hormones. I got offended, how could she be so silly? Of course they were to blame! And this led to another question: Are we the writers of our destiny? Do we make our own destiny out of a few choices and nothings, or are we still unwittingly playing into the clammy hands of fate, believing these - the lives we live - are all our crafts? For a while, I refused to be faulted for what came next: And this: One word led to many, and many words led to a sentence, then sentences. And before anyone could put the flame out, it turned into a wild, poisonous fire. The whole class was screaming at, and yelling over each other. Needless to say, for a while African Literature class was a silent graveyard only disturbed by the swish-swosh of pens dragging across papers, students robotically taking notes and analyzed thoughts dictated to us by our teacher. If we weren't mature enough to handle a discussion, then there would be no discussion. But nobody agreed to take the fall for that moment of madness. It was the hormones and along with them came pride. Years later, I'm still pondering the same questions. Now, I really don't know now how I feel about this book after going over it again. All I know is people got screwed over and some people in high places were enjoying doing the screwing.
The Summary of the Gods are to blame is about boy who was born and was fore seen to end up killing his father as to marry his mother,but he wasn't aware of that fact,until he ended up killing his father in a bush part and married his own mother ,then calamity befell the village ,when he became the king and all his children fell sick at the verge of dieing.
I am so glad this story was set in a period during the Yoruba Kingdom, because this is the sort of thing that I grew up with, as a Cuban, it is a part of every ethnic group's culture, one of the many things that threads us together. Aside this amazing influence, it was basically Oedipus Rex, with some slight changes. Sadly, I prefer Sophocles' writing much more than Ola Rotimi's. Although his adding of an allegory of colonization and decolonization was a nice bonus, and I did love the ending scene and quote: ″the gods have lied″ (which they tend to do a lot in myth)
I believe the problem of man is with man himself.The fact that odewale aided the people of kutuje,was not a prove of leadership mandate.The tragedy that befell kutuje people took its turn after the coronation of odewale as king by either Odewale or the people, without consulting the gods.In our days we make same conclusions when we make people who have helped us come through storms as Lord over our affairs.
The Gods are not to be blame is a story of a mans fate. king odewale who told will kil his father to marry his mother, in his attempt to run away from this to happen, ran to fulfil it. the gods are not to blame, because they have spoken and it is left for the subject to obey. if Gbonka had killed him in the bush as an infant, the curse would have been averted.
I LEARN ONE BASIC DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE AFRICAN TRADITIONAL NORMS AND THAT OF THE WESTERN WORLD WHICH IS AFRICANS BELIEVE THAT ONES DESTINY IS DECIDED BY THE GODS BUT THE WESTERNERS BELIEVE YOU MAKE YOUR OWN DESTINY WHICH I BELIEVE IS TRUE.
Heerlijke herschrijving van Oedipous Turannos door Ola Rotimi. De setting is verplaatst van het antieke Thebe naar het Yoruba koninkrijk in West-Afrika. De grote lijnen blijven uiteraard hetzelfde (die tragische ironie is hier net zo pijnlijk als bij Sofokles) maar hoe Rotimi de klassieke mythe naar zijn hand zet is fenomenaal.
"The Gods Are Not To Blame" is Ola Rotimi's retelling of Sophocles' "Oedipus The King" using a traditional African setting and characters. It was through this book that I first became acquainted with Oedipus' tale. What really stricks me about this book now is the title Rotimi chose.
Rotimi's tale, like that of Sophocles, is about a man's struggle to avert his fate, and unfortunately, in the process, actually helps to bring about its fulfillment. That is why "The Gods Are Not To Blame."
that we shld not let our temper let us into other bad things that we are going to regret later in the future because it is going to affect us very badly like Odewale's temper lead him to his grave that should not happen to any reasonable humanbeign who have consience.
What first swims up to the surface of my memory when I remember this novel is "the place where three footpaths met". A really wonderful read. Calamity forseen, yet inevitable!
This is my most favorite book in my literature class in High School. Though it portrays the African Traditions, there is a lot to learn from irrespective of whom you are and where you come from. "Kola nut indeed, last longer in the mouth of the one who cherish it". - From the book 'The Gods are not to Blame.
ola Rotimi's book is very inspiring.i learnt that what we say,do,watch,portray and everything else around us determines our destiny.trully the gods are not to blame for whatever happens.I believe odewale's fate would have been averted if he had stayed with his real parents.
A classical tale (play here) transposed onto African soil, as it were. An ending that really breaks one's heart. As usual with Rotimi, the dialogue is colourful, fecund, brimming with camaraderie or even enmity...a superb work.
Hi members please help me on this question: You are Ogun priest after you discover that Odewale is the boy that was to be sacrifificed in the evil grove. Write your thoughts.
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