Friday, February 22, 2013

POETRY COMMANDO




Over the years I have had the honour and pleasure to write assorted Introductions, Forewords, or Prefaces to a number of books. I cannot pretend to remember all such books now, though I realise many of them are referred to, or available on Google Books. That’s modern technology for you!

Hence I was delighted to write a short preface to female writer, Charmaine Kolwane’s latest book, titled Poetry Commando (2013)

Excerpts from what I wrote:

“The author of this work (Charmaine Kolwane) suggested that I write an “Editor’s Note” for this book. Alas, it is a moniker I feel very uncomfortable with. I prefer to refer to myself as someone “who ironed out some of the creases in a work”, as it were.

I have always believed that authentic Africans’ do approach mainstream literature in a certain way with their own idiosyncrasies. A writer as illustrious as Nadine Gordimer (a Nobel Laureate) has said as much over the decades by referring to the “quaintness” of African writing; and partially explaining the same as “African writers are always translating (from their mother tongues)”

Perhaps. What is clear is that Africans, black Africans have contributed prodigiously to world literature. Names like Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Ngugi wa Thiong’o, Es’kia Mphahlele, Zakes Mda, Ayi Kwei Armah etc have gone down in history as respected world writers, rather than “African ones”. Yet we cannot take their “African-ness” away from them.

Literary history has recorded that the early works of Chinua Achebe and Gabriel Okara (to mention only but two African writers) took the world by storm mainly because of the special African ambience that pervaded the works; tincturing the grammar, syntax, structure, logic etc of the works. The best critics are broad-minded and discern merit in virtually all published works. But this is not a weepy apologia as it were!

When I first met Charmaine years ago, she was just in her early 20’s. I could hardly believe her passion for books and the world of letters whilst most ladies of her age were obsessed with material things including fine smartphones, cars, clothes, and the like. At the time, she was already churning out passionate poetry and essays – I smile wryly now as I recollect some of her letters which I published in newspapers and magazines at the time. I also had the pleasure of publishing some of her poignant poetry then.

I was rather taken aback years ago when Charmaine told me she was writing a book about me. Although I did not say it at the time, my first feeling was that she was too “immature” to undertake such a task. I was however pleasantly surprised to see how brilliant the book she produced was. It can now be revealed that the book was written in record time too! Her analytical and critical nous (ability) is displayed in the work titled “Omoseye Bolaji: Channeling one’s thoughts onto paper”. The book was not only a great success locally and nationally, but is stocked in some of the best Universities in the world now.

I was delighted when she got a job as a librarian because I knew it was a literal case of a duck taking to water with elan! Regularly, one is regaled with stories from the public at large who narrate how when they went to the library Charmaine went out of her way to get pertinent books for them, or even advised them on particular books to read. Indeed Charmaine basks luxuriantly at literary occasions; and contributes magnificently at such times.

Her first book was published in 2005, and now we are lucky that her second offering will provide rich literary pickings for us! …”

- Omoseye Bolaji

Sunday, February 10, 2013

SUPER EAGLES SWOOP TO GARNER CONTINENTAL LAUREL




By Omoseye Bolaji


‘I go die oh!

Yeeh! Yeeh!! Yeeh!!!

I go die oh!

Yeeh! Yeeh!! Yeeh!!!

Today na today!

Today na today!

I go die oh!’*

This was the song, the ‘war cry” of proliferating raucous Nigerians in South Africa before the mammoth football match with Ivory Coast as the quarter finals of Afcon swung into gear. But despite all the braggadocio, most Nigerians knew only too well before the game that Ivory Coast were the favourites to win; with their star-spangled squad indeed.

Yet Nigeria won the game quite easily, 2-1 and it could have been more. Superstars (of Ivory Coast) like Didier Drogba and Yaya Toure produced remarkably little substance in the game. Nigeria’s Emenike who scored a stunning goal in the match should have scored even earlier before he finally did so. It seemed to be a shambolic performance from the fancied Ivorians. Hence Nigeria moved onto the semi final where skilful Mali awaited.

The Eagles’ performance against Mali was magnificent; nobody, no pundit could have imagined Nigeria leading by three clear goals by the end of the first half. It was almost surreal. Nigeria, at least in the first half took the game by the scruff of the net and the goals kept on piling it. Coach Stephen Keshi and his assistant Daniel Amokachi were in raptures.

As Nigeria made it to the final, it became crystal clear that the two “Chelsea boys” Victor Moses and John Obi Mikel, were pivotal. Regularly playing at the highest levels for their clubs and used to gleaming pressure and glare, they rose to the occasion again and again. Mikel, in his no-frills manner dominated midfield spraying the balls around with elan and defending excellently too; including a priceless last-ditch tackle against the Ivorians.

Victor Moses deserves special praise for pulling up trees late on against Ethiopia in the last group match; a game that could have ended in humiliating disaster for the Eagles as they sought a crucial goal in vain. Moses it was who essentially won and converted crucial penalties with ice-cool competency. It was a template for the team to build on.

Who could have imagined after such an insipid display that Nigeria would suddenly rise to the occasion, play out of their skins and put the likes of Ivory Coast and Mali to the sword? It was as if the team suddenly got its second wind, realized the pedigree of the country over the decades in football and began to play with pride, passion and flamboyance.

We have highlighted the significance of Moses and Mikel, but the whole team deserves praise; the free-scoring Emmanuel Emenike who provided a decisive cutting edge to the team’s play; and of course the superb goalkeeping antics of Vincent Enyeame. He was outstanding in South Africa during the 2010 World Cup, and back again on South African shores (Afcon 2013) Enyeama did much to help the Eagles to success.

Coach Stephen Keshi deserves praise for continuously protecting his players during the tournament and presenting them to the world as if they were still brandishing learners’ plates! Keshi admirably downplayed his “very young team…” “still developing squad” “they have a lot to take on board” etc…whilst the players marched on to a continental final! This speaks volumes for Keshi’s experience and savvy.

Indeed, Keshi is one of the all-time greats of African football. Even now, all over Africa he is still referred to as “the big boss” the man who opened doors for a medley of African players to ply their trade overseas over the last few decades. Those who still remember his playing career well – this columnist for one – will always relish his utter dedication and love for his country; his superb defending and blistering shots wherefore he scored so many vital goals for the Eagles in his heyday…

Sunday Mba. Very much under the radar when Afcon started; one of the unsung home-based Nigerian players. Now he is a superstar, thanks to his priceless two goals at the tournament. He seems to specialize in spectacular goals. Firstly he sank much-fancied Ivory Coast in the quarter finals with his fine individual effort. He repeated the trick in the Final – against Burkina Faso – winning the game, and the Cup for his country with an adroit flick and shot that found the net. Hence, Nigerians worldwide are celebrating…

• “Death” in the metaphorical sense; more like throwing the gauntlet as it were

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

IT COULDN'T MATTER LESS (Bolaji new book)



By Omoseye Bolaji

I must confess that one of my shortcomings involves having something of a whimsical, sardonic, perhaps even wicked sense of humour – sometimes. Hence, intermittently even whilst alone, I can be savouring a joke and smiling, or even laughing in a corner...an embarrassing thing!


And so it was today. There I was in a corner of a major street absent-mindedly staring at an impressive, rather marmoreal building. Then it happened; something that seemed funny to me came to my mind and I began to smile broadly...chuckling... alas, an acquaintance of mine now saw me!

Ntate!” said he, coming closer to shake hands. “You scare me when you smile like that. I have heard that when you smile it means something bad is gonna happen – to someone else!” He was joking of course, and we both laughed.

I grinned. “You are being polite; surely we both know that when a man starts laughing alone or talking to himself in a corner, it usually indicates that the strait jacket should be got ready! Why not say I’m going bonkers in my old age?”

He laughed. “If only that were so. No mad man can do all those things you always do, write, edit, galvanise, organise...ah, by the way I have got you! Maybe I know why you are smiling...is it because your new book is out now...?”

“My new book?”

He said: “Come on Ntate! Don’t bluff me. So you didn’t want me to know that your new book is out. I saw a copy with Mr Lechesa, Pule Lechesa the writer, critic; whatever that is...your new book is titled It couldn’t matter less. Red cover,”

I looked apologetic, but he went on swiftly: “It’s as if you don’t want people to know the book is out, at least locally here. So far I have seen no stories about your new book in the papers and magazines...it was only when I checked the internet that I saw some references on your new book, mainly that interview. Why the secrecy this time around?”

“Maybe I am tired of publishing books every year,” I said. “Let it be done quietly this time around!”

“You don’t care about sales?” he probed.

“Publicity does not necessarily mean that book will sell; we know our markets anyway, and the relevant literary protagonists who will snap up the book immediately. On my own part, I am always anxious that people who really embrace literature, who love writing, reading – like Ntate Lechesa who you mentioned now – get to see new books...”

“In other words you do not care about ‘illiterates’ like me,” he said, simulating the ambience of one who is hurt. But I knew him for the wag that he is!

“Don’t put words into my mouth,” I said. “It’s still early doors yet, as they say; the book is just out. Yet you already know about it,”

“I flicked through it (the book)” he said proudly. “There are many interesting chapters there. “It reminds me of your previous book, Miscellaneous Writings. Anyway, it’s obvious it is a collection of your latest pieces written recently. Very fine cover,”

I grinned. “So you are judging the book by its cover...you understand my alleged apathy over the book now?”

“Don’t be cynical, Ntate. Seriously many of us like the world of writing more than you think. I am writing a book too, maybe you’ll go through it for me when I finish,”

“You have been talking about the book you are writing even before your daughter was born some ten years ago,” I said rather harshly. “And yet you never finish it! Sometimes you say it’s poetry, sometimes you say it’s your biography, then again you sub it fiction...hawu!” We both laughed; he knew that it was true that for quite a number of years now, he has been talking about working on a book – which I suspect is non-existent!

We both fidgeted, knowing it was time to move on now. He said: “Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you on your new book; and maybe you can tell me how I can get my copy?”

“Okay,” I gave him the pertinent information.