Being the second part of the blog notes: Thoughts on African Poetry.
WHAT are your thoughts on Poetry? Writers share their deepest motivation, purpose, in the art of poetry.
The spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. -William Wordsworth
The record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Prose; words in their best order; – poetry; the best words in the best order. -ST Coleridge
Me and poetry – Obinna Chilekezi posted 24//04/2018 by kizibran
I love life, so I love poetry.
This is the reason, my reason for writing poems. To take a snap of my environment, the landscape, the beauty of the early morning songs of birds at that Gambian tree; the rain falling on the Gambian river, that evening, at the spot that the Gambian river kisses the Atlantic.
Hence, for me, poetry is Art, an Art for life and not for Art’s sake.
A poem is discovering. -Robert Frost
The priest of the invisible. -Wallace Stevens
At bottom, a criticism of life. -Matthew Arnold
Its own sole freshly-created universe. -Philip Larkin
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove…rid(ing) on its own melting. -Robert Frost
The Celestine Glow – NN Dzenchuo posted 11/01/2015 by admin
POETRY came to me like one stumbling onto gems. I have always had great admiration and awe for poets. In preference for the sciences, I had stopped literature in high school third grade although I truly excelled in the subject. But after prospecting in the sciences I made a swift turn back to the arts: history, geography, economics and religion. Yet I never stopped being a prolific consumer of literature materials with great reverence for poets and poetry.
Poetry to me is like a vent for my frustrations in life or for bringing out beautiful moments in black and white. It was the very deep love I had for my father, Abun Tom Dzenchuo, knowing he hadn’t long to live among us.
It actually started in 2003 when I heard of my fathers death. My life has been that of hardships and hurt in a polygamous family. I self-exiled to Nigeria, researching and writing prose. I had to return home when I heard of his death conceiving My Sky Is Left With No Sun, Dark Was The Night, Lie Thee In Sleep Transient Might Aghem Prince, et cetera.
I took to solitude, lost in the world of my own making especially when communing with my past: those beautiful moments from the memory when I went to farm with my father; the late night into the early morning debates we always had about African Nations: Arise O Africa, Prince of Peace -for Hammarskjöld, Flame Over Lumumbas Ashes, Bobe Juas Golden Age, the reunification plebiscite of West Cameroon on whether to merge with East Cameroon: The Reunification Seams; Little Fonchas Might, Unsung Hero.
My father had also enlightened me much about the Cameroons North West culture (pristine people and cultural purists) and the confederacy of clans that make up the Aghem Fondom polity.
My poems are a reflection of my thoughts, vision and goal for life: that of seeing Africa Unite – a resurrection of the lost vision of Kwame Nkrumah, Bob Marley, Muamah Gaddhaffi, Patrice Lumumba, Thomas Sankara, Abdel Nassar, Nelson Mandela, Augustine Ngom Jua, Pa Abun Tom Dzenchuo, Manu Dibango and other African luminaries.
The African continent is the richest in mineral and natural resources, second to none but, ironically, the most impoverished on the planet.
And the problems are corruption and the self-centeredness of her leaders, using tribalism and ethnic nationalism, lack of transparency and accountability and the complete absence of democratic standards in the management of her affairs.
If the entire African countries GDPs of less than US $2 trillion can not match that of Great Britain or France or Germany (let alone China or the US)and with the highly industrialized Europe integrating into a powerful economic block, how can the fragmented African economies compete with such megalithic ones when she is highly involved in internal wars while her resources fuel the industrialisation of the world!
In this respect the poetic medium is a most convenient for me as a Griot visionary to transmit this dream to fellow Africans. It might defy reason to our detractors but man should know that Creator (and there exists a Supreme Being) does not smile with the sufferings and incessant deaths of Africans shipwrecked in the Italian Island of Lampedusa migrating to Europe for a better life, when back home there abound enough mineral and natural resources for their livelihood.
Africa needs to industrialise and must be given a permanent seat in the UN Security Council to participate in decisions affecting her destiny. Further still, she has to sell to the world finished products not primary commodities, refraining from AID packages by Europe, America, China, Japan – (help that kills).
The Celestine Glow shall illumine our path to this great providence, a single republic, a destiny beyond the reach of mortal eyes.