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Heart Songs by Akachi Adimora-Ezeigbo : Kraftgriots, Ibadan/2009
Available at: kraftgriots
Akachi Heart Songs Adimora-Ezeigbo is undoubtedly one of the most significant and remarkable African women writers today. What with the avalanche of awards and accolades in her treasure grove for her efforts. She has traversed all literary genres and in each of them would successfully leave artistic legacies for readers in particular and humanity in general. Her literary endeavours have established her as both a prolific and resourceful writer, endowed with ideas. Her intellectual acumen is awesome and her humanistic credentials unquestionable. Her mother instinct forcefully overflows on every page of her literary works. One easily notices her tears for humanity, and she is always preoccupied with man in society anyway. She is a crusader of sorts and one cannot ignore the passion inherent in her works.
All these are in evidence in her recent collection of poems entitled Heart Songs; a 132-page volume in which she overwhelms readers with both her artistic ingenuity and a broad spectrum of subject-matter affecting humankind in the contemporary world. In this collection, Ezeigbo does not only succeed in reestablishing herself as an artist of worth, but also a compassionate one whose legacies will endure because of her interest in salvaging a deteriorating and decadent age from destruction. In this collection, she leaves for readers something remarkable, something memorable, and something phenomenal.
Heart Songs is arranged under eight sections. The sub-titles act as a compass carefully directing readers to the thought-pattern of the poet in this collection. The sub-titles are: 'Satirical Tunes', 'Praise Songs: Celebrating Lives', 'Njakiri: Songs in Pidgin', 'Gendered Musings', 'Love Songs', 'Random Songs', 'Memorial Songs' and 'Songs for Women'. From the titles of the sub-sections, one becomes rather suspicious of the direction of poet's musings. One immediately begins to brace up to the perceptible nature of humankind and its struggles. One also becomes mindful of the intent of a conscious artist, who believes she has a God-assigned duty of helping to save humanity from the holocaust, and who embraces the poetic form as her best channel for this divine project. She reminds us of the beauty of poetry, but more fundamentally, its utilitarian purpose and functionality. It not only educates us; it also gives us pleasure pleasurably. We are reminded once more of Alexander Pope's meaning of poetry; "what oft was said/ but ne'er so well expressed",
The poems under 'Satirical Tunes', focus on such subjects as the misuse and abuse of power, racism, hatred, corruption, joblessness, Africans in the diasporas, racism and the peculiar nature of the Third World countries.. In the poems that constitute the satirical tunes, she simply draws attention to debilitating conditions and calls for a change. In 'Ram Syndrome', she upbraids the perpetrators of evil and sympathizes with victims of naked power, and in 'Homeless', weeps for the jobless Africans in the diasporas who live in very enervating and sub-human circumstances, scavenge for food in trash cans, but prefer such lives to returning to Africa. In 'Lootocracy' and 'Victims of our Wars', Ezeigbo, the poet beams her searchlight on the shameless African leaders who impoverish their countries by looting their resources and leading them to mindless and thoughtless wars.
In the section entitled, 'Praise Songs: Celebrating Lives', Ezeigbo treats readers to the culture of minstrelsy, which reminds us of the good old days of oral tradition when the bards were highly respected because of their roles in not only bringing happiness and joy to people in society, but also in being the custodians of the people's history. Some of the poems sing like the old folksongs, like 'Uhamiri's haven', dedicated to a deity that has been a source of inspiration not only to a famous female writer, Flora Nwapa, but also to others including Ezeigbo. She turns into a praise singer to deserving individuals in society.
One significant section is subtitled 'Njakiri: Songs in Pidgin'. One wishes the entire collection was written in this linguistic medium that has the capacity to reach all and sundry. It educates, entertains and edifies. The poet here, joins late and celebrated Ezenwa Ohaeto, referred to in his lifetime as the 'njakiri master', and other poets like Mamman Vasta, Tunde Fatunde and Ken Saro-Wiwa, among others, to extend the argument about the functionality of Pidgin English in a multilingual society like Nigeria. She effectively uses this medium to reach all segments of society as she broaches a number of issues.
For instance, her commitment to the cause of the African continent, and a genuine concern for "a humanity whose dignity has been brutally ripped apart by the carnage of war", are discernible in this cry for help. With eloquent pidgin, she admonishes, chastises, criticizes, advices, condemns and almost wears the toga of 'a lonely voice in the wilderness' crying for people to change their ways and return to the path of sanity. Pidgin as pundits have noted habours some linguistic style and stylistic sensation that easily lend themselves to satire and homour and therefore engages the interest of its readers or audience. Ezeigbo had averred somewhere that she chose the medium of pidgin because she wanted to reach as many people as possible. And this she undoubtedly achieves this in this work.
This section contains poems like 'Cultism' that addresses students who abandon their studies in pursuit of trivialities like participating in cult activities; 'nudity', in which the poet excoriates the dignity of womanhood that has been thrown to the dogs as even mothers now parade the street almost naked. In 'Madonna and baby david', the poet weeps for Africa, a safe haven for everything negative. Hear her: "we swim for poverty, in spite of we resources/ we hungry pass people of the whole world/ we sick pass everybody: kwashiorkor, HIV/AIDS/ every flying disease or problem go visit Africa.", She argues against re-colonization, a problem confronting Africa today. To the led: "we follow dem like ode, mumu” as they line their pockets with the money that belongs to all of us.
In 'Monkey dey work, baboon dey chop', rendered in fifteen couplets, Ezeigbo agonizes over the exploitative tendencies of capitalists and the privileged class and the inhuman conditions under which the poor work. There are other poems like 'Tornado jam london', 'Cancer', 'Suffer-head immigrant', 'As man live na so man die', 'Na so life be' 'Sex machine' that address issues suggested by their titles. The rendering of these poems would leave one's head spinning and swirling in this successful experiment in language use. And the truth is that efforts to paraphrase these poems without reading them would do a disservice to them. Reading them is a rewarding experience.
The section entitled Gendered Musings contains four poems. These poems concentrate on women in their different circumstances. 'Chicken gizzard', criticizes subtly some obnoxious cultural practices in some African societies deliberately designed to deprive women of certain privileges, which the poet seems to insist must stop. In a very subtle criticism of male chauvinism, Ezeigbo uses 'African male lizard' to satirize the male sex and its patriarchal 'sins'. The lizard is portrayed as lawless, lascivious, sadistic, selfish, oppressive, vindictive, and dispenses favours only to those he likes.
'Love Songs' is the title of another section with twelve poems dedicated to love in its different dimensions and facets. While some of them demonstrate how love and its passion are strong enough to conquer all obstacles, others attempt to capture the bliss, melody, sweetness and its strength. Love defies and abhors differences in clan and clime to bind two minds together. The use of consonance, alliteration and assonance turn some of these poems into almost danceable music because of their rhythmic quality. Two of them are unique because of their structure. 'Passion' and 'Coupling' are remarkable as their structures are used to indicate the power, depth of passion and the process of physical romantic relationship.
'Random Songs' is the title of another section that contains fourteen poems. The subject matter of these poems is as diverse as the title suggests. For instance, 'unresolved questions' raises questions about the unfathomable nature of life and 'What went wrong?' is on friendship and its devastating effects when it turns sour. 'Mad pursuit' encourages the young to make effective use of the advantages which age confers, while 'Ripper-style serial killer', is devoted to prostitutes found dead on the street of Ipswich. Such poems as: 'Strange encounter', 'Healthy eating-catch them young', 'Lagos slums', attempt to educate readers on a number of issues about life and living. 'After the harvest' and 'Enticing termites' bring back memories of traditional societies and folklore.
The section entitled 'Memorial Songs' contains six memorable poems that pay tributes to colleagues, friends, relations, national and international heroes and heroines who have passed on. They include 'Voice of the night masquerade' written in memory of Ezenwa Ohaeto, a poet and critic who died in 2006; 'Death of a princess', that laments the death of an icon in Diana, the Princess of Wales, recalling the controversy that surrounded the cause of her death; 'Farewell, great patriarch', a tribute to a custodian of history; 'great historian/ And guardian of the word/ You were a storehouse of knowledge'. Some poems are also dedicated to Murtala Mohammed, a former Head of State of Nigeria, whose reign was short, but memorable; Bola Ige, a former Attorney General of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, who was assassinated 'by beasts' and 'His blood still cries/ for justice'; and Nina Emma Mba, a 'woman of substance', always supportive and who preached patriotism.
The six poems in the final section of this collection are written under the title: 'Songs for Women'. Some of the poems here are highly emotional. They include 'Violated Ogoni women', dedicated to the Ogoni women of the Niger Delta whose daughters are being ravaged by rampaging soldiers, blood-sucking 'vampires' and rapists, in the Niger Delta. These predators violate not only their natural resources but also their 'virgins' hymens/ torn to shreds/ with violence/ impunity. 'Leona launched' and 'Ode to the successful woman writer', celebrate women that have excelled in their chosen careers and deserve tributes for their hard work and doggedness.
Also in 'To a grieving mother', a mother mourning the loss of her child is encouraged to turn her sadness to joy and try to stifle her sorrow, and in 'Women of my land', Ezeigbo focuses on Nigerian women and bemoans their predicaments occasioned by male chauvinism. She is not happy that the reward of their hard work is enslavement. She charges them to shake off their docility and take their destiny into their hands. In 'Dress to kill' Ezeigbo compares the days of innocence, when nudity among African women was a norm with the present days of 'anachronistic nudity' of the modern day women, unpardonably shameful.
It is difficult to stop any of these poems half-way. The intellectual depth and versatility exhibited in the entire volume portrays Akachi Ezeigbo as an informed and well articulated artist. She lives in an age of moral depravity and of the battle of the sexes, but is able to chart a course the entire human race will find useful. Heart Songs is an eloquent testimony of "a rare kind of academic discipline, rigour, investigative drive and researching patience.”
Ezeigbo clearly proves herself a teacher and a humanist. Musical qualities are woven into most of the poems, rendering sweet music as she discusses serious subjects and issues. These poems therefore serve as soothing balm on festering sores: the harsh realities of the Nigerian society. Ezeigbo's style in representing the socio-cultural and political realities of her life and period would evoke strong and diverse responses from readers. Like we observed earlier, she leaves a legacy in this collection and sets a high standard, especially for future poets that would be fascinated by the Pidgin English. The structures are varied and voices cacophonous reflecting the mood and temperament of the moments in the poems. Its rendering may also be said to be conversational. This is a compelling collection. It is a project well conceived and well executed.

  • Reviewed by Onuora Benedict Nweke (PhD): Dr. Nweke teaches Literature Courses at the Department of English, University of Lagos, Lagos, Nigeria. His research interests include African Fiction, African American Women Fiction, Gender Studies and Postcolonial Literature. He was a Fulbright Fellow at the University of Iowa, Iowa, USA, between 2005 and 2006.

  • Facts About the Moon by Dorianne Laux: W.W. Norton/2005
    Available at: Amazon.co.uk
    In what was probably his greatest short poem, Facts About the Moon Stephen Crane wrote "A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" / "However," replied the universe, / "The fact has not created in me" / "A sense of obligation."". The poem, one of the most remarkable of the late 19th century in terms of compression of thought and simplicity of form, quite succinctly established a worldview which is still guiding the eyes and hearts of poets to this day. Somewhat of a footnote to Emerson's notions of self-reliance, Crane's indifferent cosmos commanded nothing more from its inhabitants than an absolute autonomy. With that came the fearsome duality of independence - in a life's path lay an equally infinite capability for the creation of joy as well as sorrow.
    Enter then, Dorianne Laux's newest work, Facts About the Moon. The book's poems follow a sort of humanist sine wave, oscillating brazenly between odaic to elegiac; yet, nearly every one manages to stay tethered to the idea of man's capacity and the coordinate gift/curse of his sovereignty.
    In the majority of her poems, the vehicle for presenting that dichotomy is anecdotal. In "Democracy", she explores the internal genesis of unhappiness thusly:

    "Too cold to wait for the bus, too depressing the thought // of entering that blue light / ... / So you walk into the cold you know: the wind, indifferent blade, // familiar, the gold leaves heaped among the gutters. You have / a home, a house with gas heat, a toilet that flushes. You have / a credit card, cash. You could take a taxi if one would show up.

    Also like Crane, Laux doesn't trade compression for accessibility; she carries a sort of gentle lyric sincerity found with very few of her contemporaries. Laux's best work is truly breathtaking, like Facts' strongest poem, "The Lost", where she writes fondly of the men of her youth, then describes one in particular who contacted her from a hospital after they shared just one night -

    "I got in my car and drove / through traffic like a factory wife, / walked the maze of white hallways / until I found him, and as if I would love him / my whole life, sat without words and held / his unbandaged hand. And I was the one / who returned again to help him begin / to believe it ... / hold his wrist and look straight at it, then dip / the torn stumps of his fingers into the whirlpool bath, / ... / I was surprised by his eyes, / each black lash damp, the lids / swollen and open, trusting I could bear the damage. / I saw how he was made of flesh and blood and how / I had to do it. He made me believe I was the only one / who could, the last to have touched him whole."

    The finesse with which she weaves together human capacity for ecstasy, connection, pain, loss, and connection again, all in a single poem, is nothing short of staggering.
    There are a few weak spots in the book, poems like "Moon in the Window", "Face Poem", and "The Last Days of Pompeii", which read too much like writing exercises and do little but impede the flow of the book's stronger poems. These poems, thankfully, are few in number and relatively easy to spot.
    Even so, the book stands as a remarkable accomplishment for the poet, and for lovers of poetry. With Facts About the Moon, Laux enters into her own autonomy armed with flashlight and pen, and records with astounding vitality and lyricism that most crucial of expeditions.

  • Reviewed by Kaveh Akbar

  • I'll ask you three times, are you OK?: Tales of Driving and Being Driven by Naomi Shihab Nye: Greenwillow Books (HarperCollins)/2007 Available at: Amazon.co.uk
    Historically, when respected writers have I'll ask you three times, are you OK? cast their eyes toward a youth market, the results have almost categorically been destined for the footnotes of some posthumous biography, their pieces equally unremarkable and flat. The attempts, especially at the notoriously finicky teen readership, have been mired by narcissistic cha-cha elucidating in exquisite detail how successful the writer has been and how, if a young reader were to work a fraction as hard as their venerable author, they too might taste the celestial nectar of a Guggenheim fellowship.
    It is then with great resolve that Naomi Shihab Nye's new teen collection stands as a notable rout of this sticky literary tradition. In her stories, each detailing some particular account of driving or being driven, she shirks the pedantic tone that has plagued the work of her peers and never underestimates the intelligence of her target. Instead, Nye draws a tightly-woven blanket around herself and the world, inviting her readers to come under and marvel at the power of connection, sequence, and observation. It this communal open-mouthed wonder for the majesty of interaction that drives the book forward like a sort of On the Road for the Myspace set.
    Here (and in her poetry), Nye sings of the exquisite mundane - of a traffic jam in India, she writes "the crowdedness is a beautiful terrible because it means life", Of a bygone romance, she writes "We would ride a swinging cable car to the top of a mountain, stand apart from each other, and never kiss once. We would look down on three states and say, "Okay, it's over."" There is a sort of music here that anybody can appreciate, without even realizing they've encountered song.
    In his book of driving and adventure, Kerouac scoffed at destination, telling us to instead focus on "all the golden land ahead and all kinds of unforeseen events lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see." In her new book, Nye dances in that golden land, beckoning anyone, young or old, to join her.

  • Reviewed by Kaveh Akbar.

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