Saturday, May 2, 2015

NEPAL (A Poem) by Su'eddie Vershima Agema

(for Kathmandu[1])

slowly the dead in numbers riSE
like the evils we see in the skies
trembling earth
has birth us death

even our temples fell, pray then tell
is our knell from heaven or hell?

we open our hearts to paths
of a flow of the beauty of the soul
needing your help to grow
from this pain we now know

we pray with hope…
but for how long can we cope?



[1] On 24th May 2015 there was a 6.7 degree earthquake in Kathmandu, Nepal that took over 6,600 lives. Prominently, some temples were destroyed and neighbouring countries also affected. A lot of people were trapped and rescue workers kept trying to save what lives they could.

Monday, February 3, 2014

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

A READING OF REWARD NSIRIM'S FRESH AIR AND OTHER STORIES by Su'eddie Vershima Agema

Fresh Air is a collection of sixteen engaging and quite diverse short stories. They mirror the Nigerian life home and away. From the experiences
Fresh Air
of Nigerians living abroad to those coming home and all, there is a whole lot explored. ‘Funeral Arrangement’ is the story of Bekwele whose father has passed on. Being the man abroad, there are huge expectations on his neck. He comes home to Nigeria to do the funeral arrangements. He notices that his brother is doing very well wearing the latest designers, living large and generally enjoying himself. This is puzzling to Bekwele who has been living a stringent life to ensure his people at home do well. Everyone expects Bekwele to give his father a grand funeral fit for a King. No one considers helping with anything and one demands after another keeps dropping. The young man gets into a spot and soon makes some transformations that would leave readers smiling. The hall mark of this story as in others that go on is Reward’s use of humour to colour a near bleak situation. Still, there is only a slight hint of humour here. It is when you get to ‘Diary of a Troubled Traveller‘ that you find the humour fairy dashing fair sprays of laughing dust into the air. The traveller in that tale takes a wrong combo of a meal while in transit and the journey to the toilet becomes the centre of the tale as opposed to that of the communal road to Lagos where the bus is headed. ‘One Champion’s League Night’ tells the tale of a thug turned born-again who has to become unborn just once to set things right. Tale after tale, you find yourself laughing and laughing and laughing. But it isn’t a clown affair all through. There are touching tales in the collection like ‘The Conversation’ where a man thinks about his late wife and how he might have saved her. ‘Keeping Mum’ is the tale of a young girl whose guardians beat her in an effort to find out who impregnated her. The revelation comes at the end and the abrupt surprise is such as to leave you wondering at people.
Reward’s stories are diverse and in many cases, deep. He captures reality on many fronts and does not hide the tragedy of life. He mixes his tragedy however with a healthy dose of laughter here and there. His stories have this Niger-Delta feel to them much like Abubakar Adam Ibrahim’s Northern Nigerian feel in The Whispering TreesFresh Air and other stories shows the roundedness of the Nigerian story. It visits the tales of the poor, the rich, the local, the exposed, the expatriate, the loved, the hated, the cared for and even the forlorn. The characters are realistic and you can almost feel them. The book demonstrates the well-travelled nature of author and his rich experiences in life. There are memorable characters from all works of life spanning some three or so continents. Reward is not afraid to tell the Nigerian story but he does not make it as pitiful and one-sided as most other African writers would of their own societies.
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You can read three great stories from the collection, ‘The Testimony’ and ‘Diary of a Troubled Traveller’ (discussed above) in full. There’s also the beginning excerpt of ‘Forensic Investigation’ here. Find Fresh Air and other stories on Amazon here.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

CHUMA NWOKOLO AND GEOFF RYMAN AT THE WRITERS’ LEAGUE GUEST SESSION IN MAKURDI



11th August, 2011

It was at the Guest Writers’ session at the Writers’ League of Benue State University, Makurdi. Time was 4:30pm, introductions had been done and Chuma Nwokolo was already reciting away poems from his Memories of Stone. Being a student writer association, he took advantage of the blackboard as he recited and explained ‘I am,’ a poem that starts with one’s ambition that ends with a discovery that after all is said and done, one might not be anything at all. Thunderous applause greeted the end as he took another which excited his audience. In reciting, Chuma made sure he read each stanza twice, for emphasis and gave a little explanation: ‘The reason why I read my poems twice is for understanding. When you’re reading it on paper, you can understand but when I am reciting, it becomes difficult.’ He continued his recitation, using a deep resounding voice and a commanding presence, he grabbed the attention of everyone present, silence all through as he recited and demonstrated his poems – no one wanted to lose or interfere with any bit of the flow. He read a poem inspired by his Sudan trip ‘No, not ‘Sudan, Sudan,’ you people know that one too much.’ General knowing laughter at this. One more and he was through with that. He sat to a mightier ovation than the thunder claps at his individual poetic performances. It was the time for Geoff Ryman, sci-fi award winning writer to take the floor.

Geoff started with a simple question: ‘How many of you have heard of Polpot?’ No hands at all. He gave a little history of Polpot whom he said killed one million people within three years and nine months, of a population of five million in Cambodia. What?!! Wow!! Went the sounds of surprise in the room. The man was against literacy and the literacy rate in the country is poor, because of that man. ‘We are looking at one of the great tragedies of human history,’ Geoff continued.

He proceeded to reading parts of ‘Polpot’s daughter’ (a fictional tale) from his system. His style of presentation had voice variation to match the different characters in the story, and use of sounds like hitting the table and making other such noises. The last part was to spice up the imagination of his hearers. It all worked well as the audience listened attentively, laughing at the deep humour in the work and the variation that the strange white author introduced. Then, there was the odd moment when Geoff had to skip a bit to get to another point of interest to read to the audience. It was a real awkward moment and Chuma tried breaking the silence that ensured with a word or two. Some members of the audience got real bored here and someone was heard to say ‘Oh, this is most boring!’ Then, the readings continued with a funny extract that left the previous complainer laughing loud along with everyone else. The presentation was back on track with a touching conclusion, and Geoff was through. There was another round of ovation that was not so much especially since the reading of the story had pulled most of them to their end being somewhat long.

Questions and answer session came and the student audience had the chance to ask questions ranging from how to handle overflow of ideas when crafting prose; how to look poetry and its craft; to the traditional ‘Should poetry be obscure or simple?’ were handled expertly by Chuma and Geoff. In answering the last of the list, there was a consensus that Chuma’s poems were difficult. He defended his poems saying they were not and challenged the students to read a book a week for the next one year and try reading the book again. He went on to advise that the students use words that conversational. He is totally against obscure poetry: ‘I believe if your poetry is not communicating, it is not worth it...’ So, each word and line should be able to communicate and speak. To a question on literary criticism, Geoff said that the works of critics are commendable as they took an extra look at a particular work and showed more meaning to it. This usually gave readers an increased insight. ‘The more meaning a story has, the better. So, what do critics do, they improve the work.’

The League President, Kuraun Silas called on the Art Faculty members to talk. Dr. Moses Tsenôngu of the English department, told the students to finish issues of grammaticality and master the English language before they think of finishing a work of writing. He told them that they had to take their craft seriously as it would come to bare later. ‘I started writing poems but they ended up writing me.’ Ben Due-Yav, of the Theatre Arts department told the writers not to take inspiration for granted and to keep it by writing it. ‘Whatever work you have is not yours, you owe it to society. Others are depending on you to write... Literature is the wheel that makes the world go round.’

Kuraun Silas called for a few more readings. Two poems were read but by this time, there was impatience in the air as most members of the audience were too tired to listen. All the remaining readers would take their turn at the next reading. It was photo session next and some bonding and talking with the guest authors, Chuma and Geoff.

In all, it was a really good and interesting evening for everyone. As all: the guest writers, board members, invited guests and members of the League with an appreciable attendance of over fifty, smiled their way home, it was obvious none of them was going to forget the experience in a while.

Notes:

Chuma Nwokolo and Geoff Ryman are on a two week Creative course at the Benue State University, Makurdi (ended Friday 12th August, 2011). The Writers’ League is a student creative writing and reading society in the university.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

HYGINUS EKWUAZI

How many of us know about this sensational poet, Hyginus Ekwuazi? I am working on reviewing his four books and posting them. Love Apart; Dawn into moonlight, all around me dawning; Monkey Eyes; and That other country are his books on poetry. He also has credits as a playwright, lecturer and general writer. Grab any of his books if you can and I can assure you, you would find a whole lot to love about this guy... or rather, his works. S'

Saturday, July 25, 2009

STRAY, a poem

STRAY

Why the chicken crossed the road

Once served as a joke outside

Of ours, we cry foul

The single worthy possession of my kraal–

Our tsômbu[i]

We grew it to become our oil

One day the ill fates threw it out.

The wings and legs

Whose footprints only knew our compound

Decided to test the outer grounds.

Three days found it not

Till a tarred road

Proclaimed it the victim of road madness.

This evening

We all sit with our beloved’s carcass

Knowing there will be no income for a long while

Gone is the feasted fowl

And while the gloom eats our speech

The tears and silence quietly ask:

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Su’eddie AGEMA

9th April, 2008



[i] (Tiv) Kindred