Poetry Book Reviw by Emmanuel Boyinta

Today na Today: Biko Agozino sings from abroad in Naija creole

Saturday, 18 May 2013 00:00

Written by Emmanuel Boyinta

Book: Today na Today
Author: Biko Agozino
Publisher: Lulu Marketplace
Year Published: 2013
No of pages: 97
Price: Not stated
Reviewer: Emmanuel Boyinta

WITH the release of his latest poetry book, entitled, Today na Today, an anthology of poems written in Naija langwej (pidgin English), a waning subsector of Nigerian literature gains a vent.

In the new work, veteran academic don and criminologist, Prof. Biko Agozino, serves a collection of poetry that adds meaningfully to the growing foray body of literary works in pidgin English. The anthology is a mirror of society with the view of building new bridges of a better future.

In the 97-page book, divided into many titles such as Them Them, Dialectical Dialogue, Yabbis, Capital Offence, Ego Trip, Poor People Pay More, Fire the Devil, Pepper Soup, Too Much General, Na Wetin?, Coconut Crown, To be Human etc., the scholar poet and Director of African Studies at the Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, VA, United States of America (USA), shows that he is in touch with his roots in his native Nigeria.

Dr Agozino comes across as a voice to reckon with in capturing the bitter pills which Nigerians and other African society have passed through for years.

The writer weaves the lost dreams of the masses in the fatricidal Nigerian civil war in the poem entitled, Forgive (Nigerian Civil War), he raves for Nigeria where past hurts are kept behind to build a good future. Through it, the author's versatility in polemics.

The anthology somewhat aggregates the writer's vast scholarship experience as a researcher who has taught in such renowned institutions as Liverpool John Mores University London, Indiana University and University of West Indies, Trinidad and Tobago leaving the reader in no doubt about his grip of socio-political realities.

The poet lampoons the failure of dreams and expectation sometimes associated with democracy, especially among elites.

One of the poems in the collection, Black for Black is dedicated to blacks in South Africa. It evokes images of black humiliation during Apartheid rule in South Africa. The beauty of the poems lies in the universal ethos and natural phenomenon they bring to the reader's mind, especially the oppressed.

Agozino writes like a Pan-Africanist who has been left forlorn by a system of colonially-inherited injustice that is reaping from where it did not sow. “The people wey been deny us colour plus canvas/ Done dey sub-let the dirty work wey them do for frontline/To take hide the violent hands of bloody order/Make we defeat them with we masterpieces
“Unity it no be uniformity abi unanimity/We dey hear the ventriloquist upon them lips/Them dey boast say them sharp brushes na cultural blades/Wey go prove say we be primitive cave painters/Wey no fit paint the portrait of the future/Make you open the gallery gates to them/Make everyone show the critics them work/Whether them use water colour, oil, abi charcoal/Take different petals paint the land different colours
Give equal space and paint for everyone/To draw for colour abu na for black and white/We no want see another hand wey them paint black/As himdey paint the hungry and angry black.” This is a symbolical penetration to the inner recess of the black mind.

The anthology contains other poems such as Again Born Again, Water the Garden and Odyssey. Here, Agozino comes out of himself in riddles – weaving to a more open direct exposition of burning memorable issues on his mind and in human society. He urges that human beings should be honest to themselves.

In the poem, Brain Drain, a vivid picture of the painful experience of hardship forced down on Africa and how Europe is continuously under developing Africa, is described with electric clarity. He writes: “As we come reach paradise, them give us shopping basket/To take fetch the water to quench we thirst/But wetin we fetch dey flow comot/We point am to the sky and patch am with mud/But as we dey patch na so it dey leak/We be the children of the rainmakers/Wey dey scrub paradise him street to shine like gold/Heaven done take vapour drain mother earth finish/Come pay back with the aid of acid rain storms/Weey dey bleach the skin of mama earth

Come slaughter and share we green shelter/For inside the theatre of plant surgery/And turn rainmakers into money doublers/Because brain drain better pass brain for drain/Our papa’s papa been slave for this land/Our mama’s mama been weep tears for this soil/The sky wey dey rush fly come meet

Dey shine bright because of stars like we/Big brother na him dey run the circus show now.”
After chronicling of the mountains of the African betrayal of hope by leaders who are supposed to make the society better for all in several poems the author wraps it up with some rhetorical questions in the poem, Wetin we go do?: “Some people dey shack brukutu/Wey them dey enjoy to feel high/But many others dey manage with kainkai/When them no fit buy odeku/

Some people wash mouth with holy water....”
Issues concerning Abuja, Federal Capital Territory in Nigeria, the corruptions of various so-called leaders that bestrode the capital and milks it to the detriments of the poor masses in the names of democracy is portrayed vividly.

A noticeable trait in the work is the poet’s candid view on not only issues concerning Nigerian and Africa, but universal occurrences. Agozino tends to characteristically scope the joy, sorrow and challenges in his issues. He also occasionally drops memorable romantic lines.

However, everything in the Today na Today, is not about the contrast of losing hope and hoping again. The don makes his reader savour his points through the wonderful pictures he paints in words about society and the future. There are several poems in the work that dig that veracity.

Today na Today, is not the first book of the author. He has written several works which present him as a gifted writer with remarkable promise. Given the poet's background in sociology, his command of language and social issues is commendable. He weaves through figures of speech, metaphor in scholarly manner.

Other titles that will attract any reader in the collections includes, - Seducin the Sun,The Lion Done Return, Rushian, Knowledge be Privilege? Black Sperm, Slum Dwellers, Below Sea Level, You be Witch, Time be Money, (Following Oriki’s radio Jingle) Master Sargent Dog, Say Sorry, Massa Day Done, Con and Blue Moon

Among the things that a future review should look are the occasional prosy long lines and the cover of the book. Apart from that, the author has a good material not only for poetry lovers but for lovers of good writing who will enjoy the book.

Ken Harrow’s Trash: Garbage In Garbage Out

'If you consider your friend to be an animal he considers you to be shit' (Tshi proverb, Ghana).

Reviewed by Biko Agozino

Ken Harrow is a very thoughtful writer whose contributions to online debates always signal to me that a thread is important enough not to be junked automatically. I was pleased to see that his new book has two chapters on Nollywood whereas his past books on African cinema ignored this iconic genre because, according to him: ‘The images scattered to the wind in Nollywood films are continually relegated to the rubbish bin by celluloid film standards’ (p. 279). Gloria Emeagwali alerted me to the controversial nature of the new book when she questioned online why the author obsesses with trash and why there is no distinction between the people and trash in the book.

Having read the book, I admit that the author has an original thesis that he argued with varying degrees of conviction mixed with serious doubts. To argue that there are tropes of trash in African cinema is far from the mantra that African cinema is trash or that Africans are ‘worthless people’. The author over-generalized his observation of trash in some scenes by concluding that such trash is what defines the films, the culture, the politics, the law and the people. ‘What is worthless? Who is trash?’ He asks provocatively (p. 57). No one is worthless, and everything is not trash should be the answers.

Right from the cover illustration of the book, the author wrongly suggests that the ‘dyed red sheet hung to dry’ in Abderrahmane Sissako’s film, Bamako, is a representation of trash whereas it is the valued African textile industry of ‘tie and dye’ that people wear with pride across the world.

The author reports in the introduction that he was warned about this choice of words in his earlier book on Postcolonial Cinema in Africa. According to him, Jude Akudinobi warned him against taking the analogy too far especially given that the dismissal of African cinema in a scene analyzed in that earlier book was contested by a character who condemned the speaker as trash: ‘If African cinema is trash, then you are trash because you are an African’, he retaliated. For reasons best known to him, Ken decided to double down on this pejorative description of Africans that is all too familiar from the point of view of white supremacy, a perspective that is contradictory to his otherwise pro-African views in his scholarship.

One of the reasons given by Ken Harrow for using the trope of trash to represent valuable African cultural productions is because he finds support in the theory of Bataille about the locations of trash in surrealism (Chapter 1). Here he said that he threw a challenge in his earlier book, Postcolonial Cinema, calling for a new Aristotle to emerge to theorize the new cinema of Africa. Without telling us why he presumed that another Aristotle, a guy who believed that slavery was natural, would be a suitable theoretical framework for understanding African culture, a culture that was wounded by centuries of slavery, Bro Ken decided to take up his own challenge.

Trash therefore appears to be a pitiable wrestling match between him and himself. His difficulty could have been enormously lessened if he had ignored Aristotle and examined the drama of classical African civilization in ancient Egypt that predated Greek drama by 3000 years, according to Cheikh Anta Diop (Civilization or Barbarism). The presumption of race-class-gender superiorism by Harrow is revealed when he cites Battaille as asserting that the upper classes make ‘almost exclusive use of ideas’ even when some of those ideas may have lowly origins (p.15). The Ken Harrow who writes everything in lower case letters in his constant online contributions to debates would have been expected to challenge Bataille here but he accepts the dubious notion uncritically just as he accepted Mbembe’s astonishing slur that Africans focus exclusively on the mouth, the belly and the phallus as if they have no mind of their own.

His only attempt to critique this myopic view about Africans came out lame because of his coupling of ‘glamorousness/repulsiveness’ (p.24) as if they are conjoined twins in African cinema. On the same page he demeans Ghana by suggesting that a ‘shit-caked handrail’ in Ayi Kwei Armah’s The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born (where the handrail in question was not covered in shit cakes but in a ‘generous grub of mucous’, a wise hygienic advice to avoid germ-infested public handrails that is heard even in ‘clean’ countries) was representative of Ghana under Nkrumah. But CLR James would differ in Nkrumah and the Ghana Revolution by identifying the glorious National School Movement as a major medium of resistance to colonialism and a major achievement in nation-building, not shit cakes or trash.

Harrow cites Sembene Ousmane as identifying African cinema as the night school of the masses in line with Achebe’s subservience of literature to pedagogy but he devalues such emphases in African arts and cinema by following Ranciere to term them ‘mimesis’ or mere ‘representation’ as opposed to 'experimentation' (32-33).

In arguing his spurious hypothesis that revolutionary accounts tend to neglect trash, Harrow makes a grievous theoretical error by asserting that ‘views from the trash landscape…don’t figure in the Fanonian liberationist schemata’ (p.40). Quite the contrary, for according to Fanon, the dominant image of the colonized in the mind of the colonizer was that of: ‘Dirty Nigger, or simply, look a Negro’, dirty Arab, dirty Jew, or dirty Indian despite the fact that the colonized was remarkably clean compared to some filthy-rich members of the colonizing group.  

Harrow also erred historically by asserting that ‘western decadence’ is the source of postmodernism whereas Jacques Derrida insisted that his deconstruction derived from his African cultural background, a view that is indirectly supported by Ron Eglash in African Fractals and by Adbul Karim Banguara in Fractal Complexity in the Works of Major Black Thinkers. Recognizing African originality even in a western art form such as cinema would demand less obsession with trash and a greater focus on creativity and worthiness.

To his credit, Harrow throws in genuine concerns about inequality, revolution and protest about consumer capitalism and the export of toxic waste from the West to underdeveloped countries. The former President of Harvard University and former Obama economics adviser, Larry Summers, is quoted (pp21-22) as saying that there is a rational basis for rich countries to export toxic waste to poor countries because the lives of the poor are not as valuable as the lives of the rich. This is an indirect suggestion that the trash represented in African cinema may be part of the 'evidence' for the 'mock trial' of imperialism as dramatized in one of the films that he discussed.  With a chapter on the dumping of toxic waste in Africa, Harrow may be indirectly calling for more films on the theme of environmental justice in Africa.

However, Harrow neglected to point out to readers that the trope of trash is not an African trope but a Western one. The importation of trash is actually less pronounced in Africa than in the developed countries where interstate trade and transportation of trash was ruled by the US Supreme Court in 1973 as legitimate commerce after Philadelphia sued New Jersey for attempting to block the transportation of out-of-state trash across state lines.

Pennsylvania and Virginia are the top importers of trash, not just from other states in the US but also from Canada and Mexico in line with NAFTA, and the dumps for such refuse are usually located near poor communities where racial minorities predominate. In 1988, the Supreme Court ruled that police officers do not need a search warrant to seek incriminating evidence by going through the garbage left on the kerb for collection by garbage collectors. Also, Sweden had so little trash due to recycling that trash was imported from Norway to help power their trash-fueled power generators.

By contrast, African societies, like most precapitalist societies, managed to go on for centuries without generating mountains of trash until the unhygienic Europeans, as Olaudah Equiano observed, came to dump the excrements of their excessive consumption on the relatively deprived. Yet, not even Cecil Rhodes saw Africa simply as a junkyard of trash, he saw the mineral wealth and set out to rob Africans of their land and stole their labor to exploit the riches. Harrow sees trash everywhere in Africa and thereby missed the morality, the wealth and the natural beauty that are even more preponderant in African cinema despite the occasional scenes of trash that are common in Hollywood films too.

Instead of admitting that Africa is relatively unpolluted compared to the industrialized countries, Ken Harrow presents a fictional contrast between the suparmarche or supermarket in Paris and the trash ridden streets of Africa as represented in Sissoko’s La Vie sur Terre (1999) as if this is a contrast based on empirical reality that is verifiable in every part of Africa and every part of Paris – even the slums of Paris will have those gaudy supermarkets too while upper class reserved areas in Africa would be buried in rubbish. Harrow forgot that advice that his mother must have given him; do not believe everything you see in the movies. His dirty mind saw even things that were not trash, such as shoes on the streets, as trash.

I recommend Ken Harrow’s Trash to readers who are looking for spoilers given that his detailed plot summaries of the movies in the book are so well written that readers may no longer need to see the films after reading his book. The consumer warning to the reader is to beware of the trash talk lest you fail to see the people, landscape, gold and diamonds due to the obsession of Harrow with filth and rubbish - the 'below' of his sub-title.