Wednesday, 23 September 2015

PALAVER TREE COMMENTARY: Behind Burkina Faso’s Coups, Is Every African Leader’s Unlearnt Lesson…



By Okore Scheaffer
African presidents are known for their allergy to the word ‘limit’ in any capacity. Many of them don’t clearly understand this five letter word that has cost most of them a peaceful retirement. Creating not only a breed of entitled loathed heads of state but also those with insatiable limitations.
Burkina Faso is just one example among an array of states where the people have grown wary and exasperated. Even with its economic growth, Burkina Faso remains at the very bottom of the United Nations’ Human Development Index, making it one of the world’s poorest states. Many university graduates struggle to find work and often blame corruption for their difficulties. How many Africans go through this?
Ousted President Blaise Compaoré had cast his leadership on stone for 27 years after the assassination of Thomas Sankara by ensuring he had a presidential guard of an elite unit comprising of 1,300 soldiers loyal to him. He set it up to ensure his own protection in the wake of the 1987 killing of his predecessor, and close ally, Thomas Sankara during a coup which led to Mr Compaoré taking over.
The Bukinabes had had copious amounts of the repetitive change narrative that wasn’t yielding fruits. It was time in 2014 to stand up for something new and distinctive after an unchanging 27-year rule that seemingly wasn’t going to come to an end. They had reached their limits. There’s always so much that people can take and for how long. Most African leaders forget so spectacularly that they are governing humans, not puppets.
African leaders tend to be oblivious to the fact that everything has an end even a good thing. There’s a sense of ultimate, absolute and overall entitlement that they’re filled with once they seat at the epicenter of power. They unanimously disregard the source of their power and impose upon themselves the title of savior whom no one can oppose.
The belief they religiously spread around is how their various states cannot function without them and how they are the only one’s bequeathed with the erudition of leadership. This is utter gibberish that by now many of them should imbibe. No African state is immune to a coup and certainly no African leader is irreplaceable.
It is a sign of failure to assume that as a leader you are the only one fit to steer forth a state. It is a lie that no one is buying anymore no matter how cheap you’re selling. Burkina Faso represents most (if not all) African states whose leaders ascended to the nucleus of power through gutter politics and under table dealings.
The people you shield yourself against have grown too loud to be shut down, too aware to be ridiculed and too impoverished to be side lined. It’s only a matter of time before many other states go through the breaking point that others have reached. Our problems are similar as Africans and our solutions will eventually follow a similar trail.
Leaders like Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo – Equatorial Guinea (35 years), José Eduardo dos Santos – Angola (35 years), Robert Mugabe – Zimbabwe (34 years), Paul Biya – Cameroon (32 years), Yoweri Museveni – Uganda (28 years), Omar al-Bashir – Sudan (25 years), Idriss Déby – Chad (23 years), Isaias Afwerki – Eritrea (23 years), Yahya Jammeh – The Gambia (20 years), and Denis Sassou Nguesso – Republic of Congo (17 years) are the longest serving in the continent.
It’s humorous sometimes that the youngest continent has the longest/oldest serving heads of state. But when the laughter dies down you start to see the disease that’s eating into the fabric of leadership. That only in Africa do the leaders believe they should only step down when death knocks their doors! It’s like taking candy from a toddler, only this candy represents an entire continent held hostage.
Pierre Nkurunziza has successfully accomplished binding Burundi to his umbilical cord while Mr. Paul Kagame is pushing for an extension of his term. I open my mouth, raise my brows, throw my hands in the air and gasp. Clearly we aren’t learning from history. One day all those who have been neglected by regimes will have their say and that day, history won’t be negotiated on round tables behind closed doors. Africans are breaking mental chains.
Originally published in SIASAPLACE.COM. Republished here with permission.
© Okore Scheaffer @scheafferoo

Saturday, 12 September 2015

PALAVER TREE COMMENTARY – Wood Carving Endangered

Queen Idia Mask Head (Image source: The Nation)

•We need to save the Benin phenomenon for its cultural and commercial values

It may indeed be a sign of changing times that a land noted for its fascinating sculptural treasures made in various media is reportedly facing a crisis of sorts in the production of wood carvings. It is a cause for concern that Benin in Edo State, which formed the core of a famous ancient kingdom, may be losing its distinctive wood-carving capacity. This may well be true of carvings in other media too.

What makes the development particularly deserving of attention is that it is the wood carvers themselves that are sounding the alarm. A concerned university-trained Benin sculptor, Mr. Festus Enofe, who provided a history of the problem, was quoted in a report as saying: “Wood carving used to be carried out by Wood Guild called Igbesanmwan, when it was under the control of the Oba of Benin. Then, the carvers were working for the Oba. It was a part-time work, as the carvers did their farming occupation to survive.”

Enofe said: “After the Guild era, when carving became commercialized, it was booming – tourists were coming to Benin to buy carved works – but it has dropped now.” He blamed this on, among other things, the lack of an enabling environment for carvers. “There are no incentives, no encouragement to those involved in producing artworks,” he said. For a country that aspires to gain from cultural tourism locally and internationally, this is not the path to follow.

Other factors in this narrative of decline, according to Enofe, include negative taxes imposed on art patrons at the country’s international airports where customs officials allegedly often seize contemporary artworks under the mistaken impression that they are antiquities.   Enofe also said: “Religion is a barrier to artwork. These days, people tend to see carvings as images of demons, which can attract bad spirits. It is an erroneous perception.”

Perhaps more fundamentally, another Benin sculptor, Mr. Emmanuel Uwumwonse, identified a critical learning gap as a contributory factor endangering the wood-carving trade. According to him, “When we started learning, we normally did it after school hours, especially during holidays. We went to the workshop to work with our father, to raise our school fees. These days, you hardly see children doing that. Children no longer do so because they do not see any future in sculpture.”

Clearly, modern conditions and consequences are at the heart of the problem. The economy of culture has not been modernized in tune with new realities. The truth is that the age-old traditional craft can no longer be realistically practiced in the old ways. The practitioners need new perspectives and fresh approaches.

Furthermore, the promotion of culture requires promotional space that is sustained by the relevant authorities. The importance of an enabling environment for the craft to thrive cannot be overemphasized.

Certainly, it is not that carving has gone out of fashion, considering that art schools and centres in the country still teach the skill and students still learn it.  The missing link is that the structures of cultural promotion are weak and wobbly.

It is counter-productive that the concept of Arts Endowment Fund remains largely alien to official cultural managers at the various levels of administration in the country. That is the right path to take.  As things stand, the fortune of fine art and artists, and by extension, the performing arts and artistes, is unduly tied to narrow commercialism which stifles a desirable flowering of talents.

It is a noteworthy testimony to the rich artistic ambience of the old Benin Kingdom that the internationally celebrated Queen Idia Mask Head, symbol of the 1977 African Festival of Arts and Culture (FESTAC) held in Lagos, is credited to Benin sculptural tradition. The original artifact was among those carted away by British invaders in the 19th century, and a replica had to be produced for the festival.

Regrettably, this richly creative tradition has been impoverished over time and may yet further decline without urgent remedial steps

Originally published as The Nation Editorial

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Happy New Month!

May this other half of the year be more fruitful for you than the first half; Happy New Month!

Monday, 4 May 2015

Guest Blog Post: The Writer’s Wrestle —Femi Macaulay


Amos Tutuola (1920-1997) (Image source: http://www.werunthings.net)

by Femi Macaulay
A few days ago, my eyes were drawn to email on “the book no one would publish.” It was one of the “eclectic excerpts” delivered regularly to my email address. After reading it, I felt like sharing it. The thought-provoking excerpt is from a 2015 book by Brian Grazer, A Curious Mind: The Secret to a Bigger Life.

Commentary to provide context:  The first book of Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known to us as Dr. Seuss, was rejected by twenty-seven publishers before it was finally accepted by Vanguard Press: “Being determined in the face of obstacles is vital. Theodor Geisel, Dr. Seuss, is a great example of that himself. Many of his forty-four books remain wild bestsellers. In 2013, Green Eggs and Ham sold more than 700,000 copies in the United States (more than Goodnight Moon); The Cat in the Hat sold more than 500,000 copies, as did Oh, the Places You’ll Go! and One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish. And five more Dr. Seuss books each sold more than 250,000 copies. That’s eight books, with total sales of more than 3.5 million copies, in one year (another eight Seuss titles sold 100,000 copies or more). Theodor Geisel is selling 11,000 Dr. Seuss books every day of the year, in the United States alone, twenty-four years after he died. He has sold 600 million books worldwide since his first book, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, was published in 1937. And as inevitable as Dr. Seuss’s appeal seems now, Mulberry Street was rejected by twenty-seven publishers before being accepted by Vanguard Press. ..

“The story of Geisel being rejected twenty-seven times before his first book was published is often repeated, but the details are worth relating. Geisel says he was walking home, stinging from the book’s twenty-seventh rejection, with the manuscript and drawings for Mulberry Street under his arm, when an acquaintance from his student days at Dartmouth College bumped into him on the sidewalk on Madison Avenue in New York City. Mike McClintock asked what Geisel was carrying. ‘That’s a book no one will publish,’ said Geisel. ‘I’m lugging it home to burn.’ McClintock had just that morning been made editor of children’s books at Vanguard; he invited Geisel up to his office, and McClintock and his publisher bought Mulberry Street that day. When the book came out, the legendary book reviewer for the New Yorker, Clifton Fadiman, captured it in a single sentence: ‘They say it’s for children, but better get a copy for yourself and marvel at the good Dr. Seuss’s impossible pictures and the moral tale of the little boy who exaggerated not wisely but too well.’ Geisel would later say of meeting McClintock on the street, ‘[I]f I’d been going down the other side of Madison Avenue, I’d be in the dry-cleaning business today. …’

My mind went to Amos Tutuola. One defining moment in Tutuola’s life will just not go away, it will never go away.  The famous Nigerian writer who died in 1997 is considered the first African novelist in the English language “to attract international attention” with the 1952 publication of his first book, The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by Faber and Faber in London. In 1953, the book was translated and published in Paris as L’Ivrogne dans la brousse by Raymond Queneau.

A writer noted: “Indeed, he could hardly have had more distinguished literary godparents, because it was T.S. Eliot at Faber and Faber who recommended that his first book, The Palm-Wine Drinkard and His Dead Palm-Wine Tapster in the Deads’ Town, should be published in 1952 and it was Dylan Thomas who gave it its first prominent review, when he praised this “brief, thronged, grisly and bewitching . . . tall, devilish story”.

Tutuola’s early history: “When his father died in 1939, Tutuola left school to train as a blacksmith, which trade he practised from 1942 to 1945 for the Royal Air Force in Nigeria. He subsequently tried a number of other vocations, including selling bread and acting as messenger for the Nigerian Department of Labour. In 1946, Tutuola completed his first full-length book, The Palm-Wine Drinkard, within a few days.”

Tutuola was quoted as saying, “I was still in this hardship and poverty, when one night, it came to my mind to write my first book The Palm-Wine Drinkard and I wrote it in a few days successfully because I was a story-teller when I was in the school.” It is noteworthy that the novel has been described as “one of the most important texts in the African literary canon, translated into over a dozen languages.”

The gripping image of a tormented soul struggling to escape the punishment of poverty and creatively imagining the liberating power of letters is an enduring metaphor for self-knowledge, self-recognition and self-belief. Tutuola never fails to arrive whenever I reflect on the writing life and how it can change a writer’s circumstances.

Stories like these show why it is important to “keep on keeping on.”  Sometimes, like this moment, I ponder what Roger Rosenblatt calls “the craft and art of writing” and wonder where it may lead me. I have just finished reading Unless It Moves the Human Heart by Rosenblatt, an eye-opening book about teaching and learning writing. Speaking about writing programmes in America, Rosenblatt said in his book, published in 2011, “Since 1975, the number of creative writing programs has increased 800 percent. It is amazing… all over America, students ranging in age from their early twenties to their eighties hunker down at seminar tables like this one  in Iowa, California, Texas, Massachusetts, New York, and hundreds of places, avid to join a profession that practically guarantees them rejection, poverty and failure.”

What am I talking about? I’m thinking about the writing space and the publishing environment in Nigeria. I’m thinking about how a writer can repel rejection, pulverize poverty and foil failure. I’m thinking of the future of writing and writers in a country that produced the United Nations, Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) World Book Capital 2014, Port Harcourt, the Rivers State capital.

Femi Macaulay is a columnist at The Nation. Originally published in The Nation.

NAJIAGRAPHITTI ADDENDUM
Amos Tutuola (1920-1997): A Brief Biography
Know as the Nigerian writer who gained world fame with his story THE PALM-WINE DRINKARD.  Amos Tutuola was born in Abeokuta, a large town in Western Nigeria. His father, Charles Tutuola, was was a farmer. Tutuola heard his first folk stories at his Yoruba-speaking mother’s knee. When he was about 7 years old, one of his father’s cousins took him to live with F. O. Monu, an Ibo man, as a servant. Instead of paying Tutuola money, he sent the young boy to the Salvation Army primary school. He attended Lagos High School for a year, and worked as a live-in houseboy for a government clerk in order to ensure his tuition at the school. When his father died in December 1938, Tutuola had to end his studies. He tried his luck as a farmer, but his crop failed and he moved to Lagos in 1940. During World War II he worked for the Royal Air Forces as a blacksmith, and tried a number of other vocations, including selling bread, and messengering for the Nigerian Department of Labor. In 1946 Tutuola completed his first full-length book, The Palm-Wine Drinkard, within a few days – “I was a story-teller when I was in the school,” he later said. Next year he married Victoria Alake.

Excerpt from one of his books:

All kinds of snakes, centipedes and flies were living on every part of his body. Bees, wasps and uncountable mosquitoes were also flying round him and it was hard to see him plainly because of these flies and insects. But immediately this dreadful ghost came inside this house from heaven-knows-where his smell and also the smell of his body first drove us to a long distance before we came back after a few minutes, but still the smell did not let every one of the settlers stand still as all his body was full of excreta, urine, and also wet with the rotten blood of all the animals that he was killing for his food. His mouth which was always opening, his nose and eyes were very hard to look at as they were very dirty and smelling. His name is “Smelling-ghost”. But what made me surprised and fear most was that this “smelling-ghost” wore many scorpions on his finger as rings and all were alive, many poisonous snakes were also on his neck as beads and he belted hiis leathern trousers with a very big and long boa constrictor which was still alive.

p. 29

The Palm-Wine Drinkard was published in 1952 in London by a major British publisher, Faber and Faber, and next year in New York by Grove Press. Dylan Thomas wrote in The Observer (6 July, 1952) in his review “nothing is too prodigious or too trivial to put down in this tall, devilish story.” The work was praised in England and the United States, but Tutuola’s most severe critics were his own countrymen, who attacked his imperfect English and presenting a disparaging image of Nigeria. After the storm had calmed, the stage version of the novel was first performed in the Arts Theatre of the University of Ibadan, in April 1963, with the Yoruba composer Kola Ogunmola in the leading role.

In the 1950s Tutuola wrote MY LIFE IN A BUSH OF GHOSTS (1954), an underworld odyssey, in which an eight-year-old boy, abandoned during a slave raid, flees into the bush, “a place of ghosts and spirits”. Oumar Doduo Thiam saw in Presénce Africaine that the work is the “expression of ghosts and of African terror, alive with humanity and humility, and extraordinary world where the mixture of Western influences are united, but one always without the least trace of incoherence.” Brian Eno and David Byrne took the title of the book for their 1981 album.

In THE BRAVE AFRICAN HUNTRESS (1958) heroic women continue the theme of the quest. It has been said, that if Tutuola had never written a line, he would have been a famous village storyteller. He often told of dreams, the most basic source of archetypal images. Tutuola’s language is uncorrupted by Western literary gimmicks, words are short and simple, but the impact is fresh and poetic. 

After The Palm-Wine Drinkard Tutuola never had quite the same success. He continued to explore Yoruba traditions and its folkloric sources, and published such works as THE WITCH-HERBALIST OF THE REMOTE TOWN (1981) and THE VILLAGE WICH DOCTOR AND OTHER STORIES (1990). In these works ghosts, sorcerers, and magic continue their existence in the modern world of clocks, televisions, and telephones.   Throughout many of his most productive years Tutuola worked as a storekeeper for the Nigerian Broadcasting Company. In 1957 he was transferred to Ibadan, Western Nigeria, where he started to adapt the work into the stage. In 1969 appeared the first full-length study of Amos Tutuola, written by Harold Collins. Tutuola became also one of the founders of Mbari Club, the writers’ and publishers’ organization in Ibadan. In 1979 he was a research fellow at the University of Ife and then an associate of the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa. In the late 1980s Tutola moved to back Ibadan. He died on June 8, 1997.
Source: http://www.werunthings.net/amos-tutuola-1920-1997-a-brief-biography/