The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta

Note: I occasionally accept review copies from the publisher. Posts written from review copies are labeled. All opinions are my own. Posts may contain affiliate links. I may receive compensation for any purchased items.

The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta (1979) is about Nigerian tradition versus a modern and Western lifestyle, but it’s also about a woman coming to terms with her role as woman and a mother. I found myself viewing the main character, Nnu Ego, with conflicting emotions throughout the novel.

From a modern, feminist perspective, Nnu Ego appears to be a repressed woman, living according to male-dominated traditions in an increasingly modern world much to her detriment. Lagos, Nigeria in the 1930s and 1940s was becoming increasingly modern, and had Nnu Ego abandoned some of her traditions, her life may have been a lot easier. But on the other hand, Nnu Ego is an impressive personality. Despite the social pressures and customs that shock me and seem to repress her, she was proud to follow tradition and she resisted being “modernized.” She was dedicated to her husband, who she did not like from the first, and stood up for him despite modern society’s ways. And as a mother, she did all she could.

Being a mother, and one who reads parenting books occasionally, and so forth, I realized reading this book just how impossible and unfair it would be for anyone to judge another mother: how can anyone say what makes a good mother or not? Although her children lacked tender loving care because she was so busy trying to keep them fed amidst the poverty of their little home, Nnu Ego, for example, tied up her entire existence in her children. She loved them, she loved being a mother.

From the surface, I didn’t see much “joy in motherhood” in The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta. Nnu Ego’s story was rather heartbreaking. The traditions of her rural tribe in Nigeria were foreign to me. Things like burying a servant in the grave with her deceased mistress, the brother inheriting his dead brother’s wives as his own, and the simple fact that her identity from the start of her life was supposed to be on her children, I felt uncomfortable. Women and girls were nothing until they produced a bride-price for her father and then had children (preferably a boy) to carry on her husband’s name.

Although Nnu Ego strove to uphold the traditional Nigerian way of life, Nnu Ego’s children eventually branched away into a modern world. They had no intention of caring for the parents in their old age, and Nnu Ego’s story ends with her alone.

Such solitude broke my heart. It made me think of women today who stay home with their children and yet lose their minds. I know it happens, and I can relate. Although I love being a stay-at-home mom to my preschooler, I need interaction with adults in some way. I need to have friends, and I need to talk about something other children at some point. I haven’t lost my mind yet, but the possibility is always there.

Nonetheless, despite the tragedies of Nnu Ego’s life I also think that looking deeper into Nnu Ego’s story there is some satisfaction and joy for her. She does get to see her children growing up and succeeding in ways she couldn’t have imagined. She brags to her friends with pride about her son in “Emelika.” In some respects, her brags are empty: she does not really feel satisfied with her children since they have departed from tradition and fail to respect her as she dreams they would. But when I think of Nnu Ego, I do think she was successful mother. In the midst of an environment where she had to hurdle two strong ways of life, she was able to feed her children alone, raise them to be independent and intelligent, and to love them. The “joy of motherhood” is her ability to survive even when she doesn’t think she can. She is stronger than she had ever realized.

For me, the most tender scene was toward the end. After seven pregnancies (two sets of twins in the mix), Nnu Ego wondered if she had wanted the last child, knowing the difficulties that would come. She realized that yes, even then she had looked forward to becoming a mother yet again. In the midst of her small and large frustrations, Nnu Ego still found a small measure of “joy” in her calling as mother, despite the seemingly crushing weight of traditions that subjugate women.

To me, as a woman and as a mother, she is a woman to emulate and revere for her strength. I hope I, too, can enjoy my calling as a mother even in the midst of my small frustrations, especially since my society treats me comparatively well.

This is the first novel and the first book I’ve finished for my African Autumn, and if this and the other books I’ve begun is a good indication, I’m going to have an enjoyable few months reading these African classics. The problem may be: where do I stop? A new world of literature is opening up to me.

Reviewed on October 11, 2010

About the author 

Rebecca Reid

Rebecca Reid is a homeschooling, stay-at-home mother seeking to make the journey of life-long learning fun by reading lots of good books. Rebecca Reads provides reviews of children's literature she has enjoyed with her children; nonfiction that enhances understanding of educational philosophies, history and more; and classical literature that Rebecca enjoys reading.

  • Ah, what a tender review of Emecheta’s book. You’ve described her state perfectly. The Joys of Motherhood is Emecheta’s finest work. She was a success as a mother. But because her circle, social interactions and opportunites are so reduced, Nnu Ego looks forward to a future of old age surrounded by her children. But it was not what they the children wanted. It’s a wonderful book that gives voice to a type of African womanhood and motherhood. Although written years ago, there are still many women who experience life like Nnu Ego.

    Well, I’m looking forward to more reviews from this series of yours. Just wait till you get to So Long A Letter – is that on your list?

  • This sounds like something I would enjoy. I’m currently focusing on Western classics, but reading up on African literature is something I always dream of doing. If I ever do, I think this should be added to my list.

    • Iris, I’m having a hard time limiting my reading to anything! I just keep finding such great things to read. I hope you do get to try some African classics. So far so very good!

  • I recently read Kehinde by Emecheta, but now I know that I will definitely have to find this one sooner than later as well. This book sounds really wonderful.

    Oh, and I recommend never stopping 🙂 There are just too many great books!

    • Amy, I hadn’t heard of this author until someone mentioned this book in a comment, so I’ll have to look for more. I don’t know anything about KEHINDE but I’m glad you liked it too!

  • There is a big hand opened to you in the world of African literature…There is no stopping! I am glad you did enjoy this one. True, Eno Egu is a woman to emulate and respect for her strength. I loved your review.

  • Wonderful review! I had never heard of this book until I came across it on your site. And when I started reading your review, I was captivated. Its so heartbreaking and sad, but yet, there are stories like hers from all over the world, and its real, not fiction and that makes it even more poignant. Thanks for your great review! Definitely going to add this book to my must-read list! Btw, sorry if this comment comes through twice.

  • The novel is a rather heartbreaking story. Contrary to to my opinions i thought Nnu-Ego’s children would repay her, its amazing the way the book ended. Its one of those books you read and you go ”hmmph!, what a book”. What i don’t seem understand is the Ironical Title, ‘joys’ it should have been ‘pain’. I enjoyed the book, easy to understand, and it shows that Africans are going somewhere in Global literature in I read it for my GCE exams in September last year.

    • Sokunbi Adetoyese, I agree that some times motherhood is a pain but I think the point of the book is that even though her children completely did not respect her in the end (you’re right, it’s a “humph” ending), she still found joys in being a mother. Kind of ironic in some respects. Glad you enjoyed it too. I too found it rather heartbreaking, but still loved the depth to it.

  • Thanks Rebbeca for your review of Emecheta’s novel, “The Joy of Motherhood”.It’s interesting to see outsiders,I mean foreign readers give comments about the culture and content of the novel .Emecheta is of Igbo stock in the multiethnic Nigerian society.Her novel reveals a society in transition and the place of women, per say mothers…greatly,the joy of motherhood is a resource for those who will like to have insights about womanhood,motherhood and culture not only in Igbo society but also the rest of Nigeria.

  • {"email":"Email address invalid","url":"Website address invalid","required":"Required field missing"}