Sunday, 23 October 2011

GENDER CHANGES AND MOTHERHOOD by Su'eddie Agema


The piece is centred on certain views to gender change but more importantly, motherhood. In beginning, your permission is sought for just a little detour before the main gist...
So, what does one say about them – women that is. They are indeed the essence of everything that the world is. It has been said that there is nothing new under the sun; everything has been done in one way or the other. In essence, there is no inventing the wheel no more; it is just modifications. This is true of women. To talk about the values of women would be to just babble and repeat clichés that have been used from time immemorial. Do we talk about their physical qualities? Lovely hazel eyes; face that shines like the moon; lovely physique; figure eight... Is it their persons? There are descriptions to almost all the ladies we can come across, descriptions that we might want to personalise but have been used over and again. These descriptions come in personages of others who have lived long and granted names to the whole group; there is the great sweet mother of eternity that each one of us professes; Jezebel; Delilah; Mary; ... what description?

Wednesday, 31 August 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.

Monday, 15 August 2011

BANANAS MINE

BANANAS MINE

When I encounter those enticing bananas

My hands itch

Seeking to peel

And make the lovely fruit within mine

The outer easy to peel

Stays on, tempting

Ripening, showing the inner

Till in the end I claim them for mine

And eat of it all

The sweetest fruit of the world

Then I am worried:

For this one was a carefully concealed mine!



(From 54 Weeks A love Poem © 2011 Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

God bless the broken road that led me straight to you (short story)

“God bless the broken road that led me straight to you”

He heard the song playing in the movie. He smiled. Rascal Flatts was his favourite band. Then his message tone sang. He took the earphones off and rushed to his phone, his heart pumping. He hoped...

That morning Teba woke up and headed straight for mass. He offered mass for two families– his and that of Slinda.

He checked her and found her fidgeting. She had been made the President of her Women Association. He had been in the business long and tried his best at correcting her. She doubted her ability and questioned every single thing. He smiled her worries away as he got a call for breakfast from a Priest friend.

“I would be there, but not for long.”

“You must stay to the end oh!”

She got in and got something – that he was to market for her.

He smiled again at her oversized pyjama shorts...

He thought of what to add to the tale. The words failed and he knew he had to come out with the truth. Yes, I had to tell it the way it was.

I smiled at Slinda and took a bike to breakfast. It turned out to be a bit longer. I did the marketing but did not get much feedback. I dashed to my apartment and changed into my official uniform. Ran to the venue of the meeting and got a back seat. I watched as the meeting proceeded. It was the first time she headed the, any meeting.

Soon after, I smiled at her and we laughed away the near perfect meeting. I believed in her and was really proud. We took a long walk, talking.

I had to travel which I did. Long wait, bumpy roads and all. Maniac bus in Makurdi.

I sent her a text. She replied saying she had to send to do a write up. I immediately felt like teleporting myself back to where she was. Smiled and put the phone on charge. I clicked on Hannah Montana, the Movie and started watching it. As it moved on, the story spoke to me. I thought of all the publicity that would come my way and how I would handle it. Rascal Flatts sang ‘God bless the broken road that led me straight to you.’ My mind went to the meeting – our first meeting, events and all...

Then, I heard my message tone. I rushed in the hope that it would be her. My excitement was strong. It was simply a message from my service provider: MTN.

Something told me I was in... It was my first experience. I rushed to write it down. I carried my phone to call. It was 0221 hrs. No need to wake Sleeping Beauty. There was always tomorrow. My mind, was made.

27th May, 2010 02:23