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Deeper Songs of Sorrow - Dela Bobobee

death is like a stubborn housefly
that keeps gnawing at our raw wounds
when the wounds are about to heal
it sinks again its hideous proboscis
yesterday it was Atta Mills, Achebe, Seamus
today it’s the turn of our beloved Kofi Awoonor
when you get there, greet Osagyefo and your mother
thank her for bequeathing to you such a gift
which today has become our grim legacy
we sigh in sorrow as our tears dry in fears
of tomorrow’s ugly mirror images
when the dry leaves fall, it’s a cue
to the fresh leaves on the tree to beware
who shall be the next?
who can evade death’s hidden snares?

when upon the solemn molehills
of our deepest sorrows
we again stoop and stretch
our heavy hearts to see beyond
the relentless tides that ebb
on the shores of our melancholy
these bitter lumps in our throats
can no longer stifle the shock and grief
a restless canoe in tempest has left the fishermen
and now we are stranded at sea like floes on water
the master drummer has departed
gone with his old tasseled drumsticks
the last dirge singer has finally gone
who will sing songs of dirge at our funerals?

deeper songs of sorrow
have left subtle signs for us to glean
deeper songs of sorrow
are the bitter teats we cannot wean

when the bright sun of our hope
has abruptly decided to set at dawn
we have to grope in the dark
grim passage of life’s labyrinths
the guiding light in the encircling gloom
had finally dimmed and left us behind
the trail blazers have passed on
to us the batons in the race of life
the master drummer has left
gone with his old tasseled drumsticks
the last dirge singer has finally gone
who will sing songs of dirge at our funerals?

death is eating our hearts away
just like the surging sea that is eating our land
death is a ceaseless and senseless terrorist
that has declared war on our house
and snuffed life out of our loved ones
it is flogging us on our bare buttocks
until we weep and bleed from deep welts
we roll and writhe on the floor in pain
we whiplash at our tormentor in vain
we rant and cry like helpless babies
our grief is great and like hapless orphans
we lick tears and phlegm from our wet noses
who will hear our cries, our hoarse voices?
is it not this same death that hugs and sings us to sleep?

deeper songs of sorrows
have left subtle signs for us to glean
deeper songs of sorrows
are the bitter teats we cannot wean.

the master drummer has left
gone with his old tasseled drumsticks
the last dirge singer has finally gone
who will sing songs of dirge at our funerals?


Dela Bobobee is a regular contributor to One Ghana, One Voice.

Of Awoonor, Bobobee has said:

Kofi Awoonor’s poetic influence on me started way back in the late early 1970s when I was a pupil in elementary school in Aveyime, Ghana, where we were required to memorize and recite rhymes, especially those in our native Ewe language, including "Akpalu fe Agohawo", most of which were compiled in an Ewe textbook called "Ewegbe Nuti Nunya". Among other notable poems, the most unforgettable sorrowful lines that still aptly resonate are:

The rain has beaten me
And the sharp stumps cut as keen as knives
I shall go beyond and rest,
I have no kin and no brother,
Death has made war upon our house

- Songs of Sorrow, Kofi Awoonor

This poem is part of our series of poems in memory of Kofi Awoonor. You can learn more about Awoonor and the series
here.

Favourite Poems of 2012

Readers' Picks


When the War Came to Ghana by Andy Aryeetey (November 24th, 2012)
Comments on When the War Came to Ghana:

"With comical images of horror, "When the War Came to Ghana” cleverly drills at the agitation and wranglings which lurk behind Ghana’s peaceful facade. The essence of the message is everything except the endorsement of violence." - Darko Antwi

"Aryeetey is a good poet who is unafraid of telling his society what he sees in the mirror. " - Prince Mensah

"Great piece. I laughed and sighed at the realities of Ghanaian politics and life." - Bernadette Poku





The Still Small Voice by Dela Bobobee (January 21st, 2012)
Comments on A Still Small Voice:

"Dela's poem is a somber call for introspection - as individuals and as a society. It was the first poem to be featured in 2012 and made a world of impact for me by its thematic choices. We might seek the high and lofty or knock on the doors of fate and destiny but weaving through our dreams and actions is the still small voice. The voice of our conscience. The sound of our ideals. The noise of our souls. The aural essence of our spirits. 'The Still Small Voice' is a poem to be read over and over again. It is layered with meanings and laden with reminders to listen to the nudging of our higher angels. In 'The Still Small Voice', Dela Bobobee seeks to preempt a repeat of generational mistakes that have been the bane of many countries in the struggle for social progress. The poet becomes prophet, priest and propagandist for 'the still small voice'. To balance idealism with realism, Mr. Bobobee challenges his readers with another weapon: the past-
if we have done it before
then we can still do it again
Such poetry is hard to find and I definitely consider it as one of the best I have ever read on One Ghana, One Voice." - Prince Mensah

"The Still Small Voice comes from God. This is the voice that speaks to every human heart, whether sinful or righteous. "The Still Small Voice" is a prophetic poem." - Dominic Arituo

"Didactic and very African. I really enjoy not only reading [Dela's] poems but also studying them thoroughly..." - Martin Elorm Dogbo





Our President Died: A Poem for Mills by Nana Yaw Sarpong (August 9th, 2012)
Comments on Our President Died: A Poem for Mills:

"Each poem by Nana Yaw Sarpong inspires respect. "Our President Died: A Poem for Mills" is particularly sovereign, per figurative language. It threads on a plot which the average poet would consider as tightrope. When solidarity is expressed unreservedly, as this poem has, then the author’s objectivity should be praised. "
- Darko Antwi

"The tributes we received following President Mills' death were overflowing, both in their praise and their quantity. Nana Yaw Sarpong's was one of the best, most challenging, and most interesting." - Rob Taylor





Staff Picks


O! Jebu! Stared At The Beginning As Ananse Tickled Himself In The End by Novisi Dzitrie
(January 28th, 2012)
Comments on O! Jebu! Stared At The Beginning As Ananse Tickled Himself In The End:

"This poem employs mythology and legend to explain the mundane. By doing this, Novisi Dzitrie continues the ageless tradition in African cultures that teaches wisdom and knowledge through folklore. Nowadays, African poets try to sound like Western poets in their themes and techniques but a poet like Novisi is to be praised. He takes the old and makes it new. He moves ahead by connecting with the past. "O! Jebu!..." is allegory through poetic devices, a superb example of a distinctive essence in African literature - the commingling of tangibles and intangibles as a device to understand existence. " - Prince Mensah

"Novisi Dzitrie is a writer whose literature has the flair to attract obsessive public admiration. His wits are so sharp, and his imagery so refined." - Darko Antwi

"A wonderful, playful poem. It got my vote based on the title alone!" - Rob Taylor





Memories of the Electricity Company of Ghana by Kofi A. Amoako (February 4th, 2012)
Comments on Memories of the Electricity Company of Ghana:

"Kofi A. Amoako, a Toronto-based Ghanaian poet, was a wonderful new arrival here at OGOV in 2012. We featured four of his poems over the course of the year, and any one of them could have been selected here. "Memories" was his first, most playful, and perhaps most filled with love for his home country." - Rob Taylor

"I love this poem! What an insight into life in Ghana. I will be visiting soon and I hope the power is on and off when needed!" - Moira





Tapestry by Darko Antwi (November 3rd, 2012)
Comments on Tapestry:

"It was a pleasure to watch "Tapestry" develop on our site. Originally written in response to Jabulani Mzinyathi's sharp-edged poem "french conference in the drc" and posted in the comment section, we were able to watch Darko Antwi work through a number of iterations before arriving at the final poem. And what a final poem it is: simple in language and yet weaving a complicated and beautiful tapestry of languages and ideas." - Rob Taylor

""Tapestry" is a trapeze between one's native tongue and another tongue - essential for wordsmiths, important to seekers of wisdom. We really do not know this wide world until we understand it in another person's language." - Prince Mensah



Immortalised Legacies of Asomdwehene - Dela Bobobee

When dark shadows of an insatiate hawk
shrouded the sky of our hope at sunrise
and in one fell swoop scooped swiftly away
the mother hen, shaken our pillar of peace
we were like a brood of hapless chickens
suddenly scattered in all directions
stranded and badly stunned with grief

When death swung its wicked talons our way
it was so sudden, swift and painful for us all
forever we’ll mourn you, President Atta Mills
in grief the Ghana flag is lowered in half mast
the moon and the stars too lose their brilliance
for you stood out and sparkled like a million stars
amid the gloom that shroud our infamy as a continent

Left behind we wait in trust for the resuscitation
of exalted legacies you gave us in this short time

As a leader you were so humble and transparent
you saw yourself as a mere servant of the people
led to the river but you could not be forced to drink
for you did not see power as an end in itself
but as a means to a positive and just end for all
you were a wary driver, cautious to take rash risks
for you knew that too many cooks spoil the broth
darts of the tongue pierce more than a spear
but your skin was impervious to name calling
not to grind the nation to a halt; you avoided icebergs
and steered the wheel of state with astute patience
that’s why you will be forever known as a man of peace
a humble and dedicated leader who had many great plans
on how to reform the economy of Ghana for greater heights
you have the love and fear of God written all over you
you were never a pen robber like the others we know
so never used exalted locus to stockpile daft goods
for you knew that naked we come and naked we’ll go

Why did God allow death to snatch you away so untimely?
The same way He looked another way while Stephen was stoned?

Today our hearts may be saddled heavy with intense grief
but we have also decided to lift our faces up to God
for we know God alone holds the answers to life and death
so real answers and succor will surely come from Him
His Excellency, Evans Atta Mills, may you rest in peace!
Due! Due! Due! Asomdwehene! Due Amanehunu! Nyame mfa wo nsie!
Ghana mma wo nante yie, OGOV mma wo nante yie!!!

Your death may leave a heartache no one can heal
but your love leaves us a memory no one can steal.

Dela Bobobee is a regular contributor to One Ghana, One Voice.

If you have a poem in memory of President Mills, please send it to us at oneghanaonevoice(at)gmail(dot)com.

Finally at Peace - Dela Bobobee

With your music
you offered so much to the world
with your lovely voice
raised emotions to new heights
with your incredible voice
reached the hearts of the masses

with your love life
we know you didn’t get enough in return
with abusive lover, spat on, scorned
surrounded by friends, family and staff
yet isolated in the midst of the crowd
no love was as expressed as in your music

with your troubled talent
you paid the high price of isolation
the gap between public adoration
and private pain, tight in accepting support
with the pain of exquisite sensitivity
underscored flaws that influenced escapism

with your sudden death
you transformed into an ethereal message
with your tragic loss a reminder:
the ability to take in affection and care
is perhaps as important as giving it out

with the hope of immortality
Whitney, please when you finally get there
do extend our love and appreciation to Janis Joplin,
Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Michael Jackson,
who like you were cruelly tossed about by fame and fortune...
and are finally at peace.

Artist Profile - A Tribute to Whitney Houston from Dela Bobobee

Whitney Houston died on February 11th, 2012, at the age of 48. Last week we featured a tribute by Prince Mensah (in both poetry and prose) to Houston and her work in support of the Anti-Apartheid movement in South Africa. Inspired by Prince's contribution, Dela Bobobee sent us this very moving personal account of the role Whitney Houston's music played in his life, and we're honoured to have the opportunity to share both it, and the above-featured poem of Dela's, here with you:
When I was a child, for whatever reason, my dad decided that none of his younger kids would proceed to secondary school without first acquiring Middle School Leaving Certificate (MSLC). I was just 16 years old in 1980 when I completed my 10 year elementary education in Aveyime Methodist Primary & Middle School in Ghana. A lot of perplexing questions that needed urgent answers flooded my teenage mind then. I couldn’t find such answers either in the peer-pressure groups that exerted so much negative influence on me, or from my overly disciplinarian parents, due to the yawing generation gap.

The teeming teenage challenges I faced then in my formative years became adversely overwhelming until on January 18, 1986, I dropped out of school, left my suitcases and other belongings at the boarding house and secretly left Ghana for Nigeria under some upsetting circumstances. Even in Nigeria, the confusion and the harsh realities of fending for oneself so early in life continued. I became disillusioned and had serious self-doubts as thoughts of returning home as a failed voyager crept into my agitated mind. Answers came to me when, on March 14, 1986, "The Greatest Love of All" was released by Whitney Houston. The words of the music describe deep feelings about coping with the great challenges that one must face in life.


In fact, I strongly believe that the words of that song were actually sent from heaven and meant to strengthen me in the specific challenges I faced. It encouraged me to be strong during those difficult times, whether I succeeded or fail. It also talked about passing that strength on to children to carry with them into their adult lives. Those were the only answers I needed. I decided never to give up the struggle; I needed to continue my education that came to such an abrupt halt in Ghana. I started by doing “kayakaya” or porter work in some markets in Lagos, parts of Ogun State, and also did other menial jobs in construction sites, until the opportunity came and I was able to save enough money to enroll in Methodist Boys' High School, 11 Broad Street, Lagos. I got my SSCE in record time, passed the Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board exams (JAMB) and got admission into the University of Lagos where I studied for my bachelor and master’s degrees. While still in the university as a full-time international student, I was still doing menial jobs in addition to a part-time job as a permanent night security operative in Dolphin Estate in Ikoyi. Interestingly, I even in some points of time functioned as a falcon that fed its falconer. I periodically sent gifts to my parents and siblings back home in Ghana while still in school.

At the early stages I became one of the greatest fans of Whitney, and her music continued to inspire me through life, especially another hit song called “When You Believe”, which was released on November 2, 1998. That was exactly the time I finished my first degree and was preparing for my master’s programme in the Faculty of Law. This music encouraged me immensely when I was again in self doubt about my potentials, because when I passed the PG qualifying entrance exams I had no money to pay for the course as an international student. And so when the music was released at that particular crucial time, I keyed unto the powerful words of faith in the chorus. It worked, because a miracle did happen, and I was able to successfully complete my master’s degree in Law and Diplomacy.


There can be miracles, when you believe
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe

I got my master’s degree almost fourteen years ago. The point I am trying to make here is that, single-handedly, I sponsored my way from high school through postgraduate school in a foreign country. All this happened in part because of the strength of the deep impact of Whitney’s inspiring voice behind those great songs. Today I am the CEO of my own company with my children as shareholders. I now have a family of my own to nurture and am duty-bound to pass that self-reliant strength on to my children to carry with them into their adult lives. You see, I owe God Almighty all the thanks and praises, and still believe that it was truly God who sent Whitney to sing into my heart and soul all the strength I needed to carry on in those turbulent points in my life, especially when I needed it most.

Adios, Whitney! Today we are all chief mourners who, within our angst, also celebrate your life with elation, knowing that you are finally at peace!


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Dela Bobobee is a frequent OGOV contributor. You can read more of his writing here.

The Still Small Voice - Dela Bobobee



As we welcome the first month
when a new voice is first heard
our blunted ears may we whet
to hear the new still small voice

a voice of reason
a voice of unity
a voice of humanity
a voice of hope

while we try to read subtle signs
as first glimpse of hidden fruition
to herald the other side of the coin
in the hues kaleidoscopic cycle brings
may our loins not amass greedy children
who would torch a barn to assuage hunger
and may we not abet hot-headed progeny
who would set a granary on fire to trap a squirrel

if what binds us together as one voice
is truly greater than what divides us
then may our minds now be as one
to turn our diverse lyrics into harmony

if we have done it before
then we can still do it again
if only we rise above greed, hatred
and just listen to the still small voice.


Author Profile - Dela Bobobee

Biography:

Dela Black Bobobee is a Ghanaian writer. He was educated in Ghana and Nigeria. He holds a B.A English, and a Masters of International Law and Diplomacy (MILD), both from the University of Lagos. His hobbies are writing, studying local and foreign languages, and cinematography. He is a Life Member of the prolific Theatre 15 (University of Lagos), Abuja Literary Society (ALS), Actors Guild of Nigeria (AGN), and Peace and Collaborative Development Network.


Five Questions with Dela Bobobee:

1. This poem seems to have been written in anticipation of the 2012 elections in December. What impact do you hope that reading this poem will have on voters in the lead up to that event?

Yes, you are very correct, this poem is indeed written in anticipation of Ghana’s next general elections in December 2012. Thanks to One Ghana, One Voice (OGOV) for the consideration to publish it. I also want to say here that the inspiration of this poem actually came from OGOV. I already know that OGOV online magazine enjoys a very wide readership, believe it or not. It is my strong belief that for those who would read this poem, its impact would be to make them reassess the enormous power they have in their hands to effect change in Ghana by voting wisely. It is the God-given right of the people to elect leaders of their choice, but they must do so wisely and choose leaders who have the genuine interests of the masses at heart. Perhaps we would learn something from “the still small voice” inside all of us, urging us silently to do the right thing at the right time, for the right reasons without being told to do so.


2. How optimistic are you that the 2012 elections will be successful and peaceful? What can Ghanaians - both the people and the government - do to increase the likelihood of that?

My optimism is very high, I must tell you. Although, Ghana for some time now has proved to the entire world that democracy has come to stay for good, I believe there is still the need for more work to be done by both the people and the government to maintain and improve upon it. The people must be strongly cautioned against the trap of electoral violence, because ironically it is the ordinary people that would face the brunt of such hostilities rather than the political leaders who seek the vote and mandate of the people. They should be free to choose anybody suitable for the job of good leadership irrespective of tribal sentiments or for any greedy reasons whatsoever. There is a strong democratic wave sweeping across the entire globe. We all know what the Arab Spring means, but political changes must not all end in violence.

On the part of the government, there must be a strong commitment to ensure free, fair and transparent polls. This can be done when the government adequately resources the Ghana Electoral Commission and put credible officials with proven integrity at the helm of affairs. When all these measures are fully implemented it would increase the likelihood of a successful and peaceful election come December 2012. I do believe that democracy can only flourish if there is an independent Electoral Commission, strong press, rule of law and other social institutions that operate with total transparency and commitment to the welfare of the masses.


3. Do you think this poem can only function in relation to Ghanaian politics in 2012, or can it have greater meaning beyond that?

It is hoped that the impact of this poem would transcend Ghanaian politics in 2012, and continue to have a greater meaning anywhere in the world. I must confess that in spite of the much touted free and fair election feats in Ghana, past experiences have shown that in the aftermath, animosity, mistrust, and tribal sentiments are sometimes whipped by some unscrupulous politicians for their own selfish reasons, out of a strategic desire to cause disunity among the people. Ghanaians must rise above hate and greed, and live in peaceful coexistence, as entrenched by the tenets of Freedom and Justice which our founding fathers fought for with their lives. They are the past heroes whose labour must never be allowed to be in vain. We must rather maintain and improve upon it.

We must practice our democracy in the unique circumstances of our environment, but I also commend a country like Canada as a model for the practice of democracy, and we must as well learn from their success stories as a roadmaps. Good governance is all about full participation in electoral process, transparency, accountability, predictability and social responsibility to our societies.


4. Like many of our readers, you went back through our archives to prepare for voting for your favourite OGOV poems of 2011, eventually voting for Martin Elorm Dogbo's "Forgotten Heroes" as your favourite. Were there other poems that stood out for you, or was Martin's poem clearly a cut above?

Many poems mean a lot of different things to me in various perspectives at varying points in time. It all depends on the significance of the poem in question to the specific situation on ground and what is at stake. Yes, there are many other good poems that merit my vote but it was rather unfortunate that readers are not allowed to vote for more than one poem. What I will do is to go back and write intensive appreciation of most of the good poems from the archives that I have already missed. Initially, I chose "The Burial of Saint Domeabra" by Darko Antwi, but was told that poems published before 2011 are not eligible. Now, if you look critically at these two poems; you would see the subtle similarities between the thematic preoccupations of these two OGOV poets. In any case, I guess they both exhibit an elegiac undertone of real or mock postmortem experience of their subjects. It brings sad memories of the slain Muammar Gaddafi to my mind. History essentially repeats itself and would either prove posterity wrong or right. Only time alone can tell whether an individual is a true hero or villain. Like I said – “This poem's theme is very universal. The sad songs of “Forgotten Heroes” are sung in every language of the world, but it was handled with poetic artistry by Martin Dogbo with such melancholic undertones that pluck on emotional strings.” – just like the dirge poetry of Kofi Awoonor.

The OGOV Editorial Staff Picks of "Mother of Ikemefuna" and "Mother of Equiano" by L.S. Mensah, was also a very good choice from a rather judicious point of view. LS Mensah is such an excellent poet with profound intellectual depths. Every “stardust” sprinkled on her for such good works is truly merited. Her works show such a remarkable insight into human nature. I was not surprised of the choice of staff pick, it only proved that I was not alone in my high opinion of her literary prowess.

Other poems that I would have loved to vote for are "Accra" by Prince Mensah, and “18 Miles to Yeero” written by Nana Agyemang Ofosu. The poem “Accra “ is a very realistic piece. This is what I call a "slice of life." Nice work, Prince Mensah. Now, coming to “18 Miles to Yeero”… Hmmm…. I must say here that, Rob Taylor has already done a very excellent and an in-depth appreciation of that poem. That poem is very apt to the political situations we find ourselves in Africa today. It is a colour reflection typical of our political experience in this part of the world. It showcases how crafty politicians only remember the ordinary people during election periods but always renege on their promises to them after the elections are over. Another history is about to repeat itself come December 2012. Poetry can indeed be a very useful tool in the hands of the poet for the benefit of the masses, by sensitizing them to effect ideal political change in their various societies. Intelligence is not a privilege, it is a gift and it must be used for the benefit of mankind.


5. It's been a year and a half since you were last profiled on OGOV. What have you been doing in the interim? Any new undertakings in your life? New writing projects?

I have been busy trying to balance my career demands with family issues. I have spent quality time with my family, getting to know my kids and monitor their formative stages with keen interest. I heartily welcome our own honourable OGOV Snr. Poet Darko Antwi, who has recently joined the Fatherhood League. Lol. In the interim, I have been very busy doing other things like academic researches, and moonlighting to jumpstart my own company which was incorporated in 2011.

New writing projects? Yes, I have devoted myself mostly to screenplays, but I have also written a handful of poems, short-stories, and about to complete another full length manuscript.

Congratulations to Rob and Mariska on the publishing your new books. Well-done guys. These are some of the cheering news I wish to be hearing about other OGOV contributors.

I am also very happy to be back. I thank all the regular contributors here, and the OGOV editorial crew for holding the fort, and keeping this laudable dream alive. It could only get better. I wish you all a Happy New Year!


Contact Dela:
delab(at)mtnnigeria.net

How Poems Work #2 - Dela Bobobee on Mariska Taylor-Darko's "The Deer Hunt"

The following is the second installment in our "How Poems Work" series. This series aims to give OGOV readers and poets an opportunity to talk about some of their favourite poems previously featured on the site.  Mariska Taylor-Darko's "The Deer Hunt" initially appeared on our site on September 25th, 2010, and can be read in full here.


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History of the Aboatyer Festival

The poem “The Deer Hunt” showcases the Aboatyer Festival of the people of Winneba. Like most every other festival in Ghana in particular, and Africa in general, the tenacity of the people of Winneba to their indigenous mores is highly commendable.

It is arguable that all African festivals based on rituals are underlain by an attempt to appease or conciliate somebody or something supreme (a deity). This is also known as propitiation, and it is the historical motivation for the Aboatyer Festival. In this case, the Otuano royal house, which is the custodian of the paramount stool of the Effutu state, observed this ritual once in a year. It is believed that in the past during periods of difficulty; the sons and daughters of Gyarteh Gyan Penyin and their descendants were greatly supported by a deity called Otu. History has it that in their quest for a suitable place of abode, they were guided by the deity on a long, tortuous and windy trail through forests and across rivers, down to their present location. In appreciation, a ritual sacrifice was made, which was meant not only as an act of gratitude but also as a consecration of the deity to renew its powers. At a particular time of the year, the people offered propitiation and sanctify the deity and its sons (the lesser gods) with human sacrifices. But as time went by the human sacrifices were replaced by the “wansan” (deer).

Parading Prior to the Hunt
Nowadays, active preparation towards the festival starts soon after the Easter holidays. Since 1965 the date has been permanently fixed for the first Saturday in the month of May. The Asafo companies consult their shrines for clearance, protection and early catch during the week preceding the festival day. The Tuafo invoke their gods on Wednesday and Thursday whiles the Dentsefo invoke theirs during the week apart from these two days. The gods are invoked indoors between noon and sunset. On Friday, the day proceeding the hunting day, both Asafo companies parade through the town on some selected streets.

The capture of a live deer needs many hands and hence the involvement of the militia or “Asafo” hunters’ groups. It was from this point on that the annual sanctification and appeasement became a public affair. The “Asafo” in Winneba was developed from the local militia initially established by King Bondze Abe. This later became the Tuafo “Asafo” No.1 company. Later his successor and son created the Dense “Safe” No.2 company. It is recognized that the creation of the second Asafo company began the competition and rivalry between the Asafo companies. The competitive spirit made each group eager to bring home the first catch which the needed for the annual sacrifice. This was what gave birth to the Deer Hunt or “Aboatyer” festival.


Themes

Based on the general festive depiction of this poem, there can be several levels of interpretations in terms of the contemporary significance of holding fast to one’s cultural heritage. But in my opinion there are some other equally important themes surrounding the uniqueness of Aboatyer Festival in itself.
 
At first glance, the thematic preoccupation of the poet would appear to be a simple showcase of one of the most popular festivals in Ghana, by using the point of view of a child narrator. This would perhaps easily mislead the reader to regard it as only an occasion of great fun and childish fascination recollected from the nostalgic memoirs of a Ghanaian poet who has left the shores of her native country at a tender age. But in terms of the real cultural significance of the Aboatyer Festival of the people of Winneba, the cogent themes derived are the adaptation of ancient rituals based on compassionate grounds as ethical tenets of humanity, freedom and justice. There are also the themes of reunion and royalty (the significance of the particular family house of the narrator being chosen as the ceremonial converging point for preparation, for the hunters to wear their gears and get ready for the task ahead, and the women to cook for the feast; perhaps means that the narrator comes from a regal lineage of some sort). The poem’s third stanza also showcases to the world and the uninitiated some mouth-watering typical Ghanaian delicacies which bring some thrilling gustatory images to the reader’s mind.

Hunter's Regalia Adorned with Ammunition Cartridge Casings
As we can all rightly affirm from the backdrop of its antecedence, facts reveal that the previous ritual of human sacrifice associated with this festival has been completely erased and successfully replaced with the symbolic sacred deer that must be caught live without the use of weapons. Yes, this goes a long way to say that society is dynamic and so from time to time it reviews and adjusts its cultural practices to reflect its evolving humane ideals. In other words, the poem has entrenched within it the universal theme of human compassion. This also demonstrates that not all of our indigenous African mores or traditions are fetish and heathen as others unfamiliar with our socio-cultural inclinations would make us to believe. The deer represents a redeeming status in terms of a human life, just like the ram replaced Isaac as an object of sacrifice in the biblical account of Abraham’s obedience to God’s directives. Other significant themes of the poem include hunting prowess, heroism, unity, peaceful coexistence, harmony, the adherence and preservation of the rich cultural heritage of the traditional African people.


Point of View

One of the most magical elements of this poem is the fact that the ceremony being showcased is narrated through the point of view of a child. For this, I give Mariska a plus for exceptional artistry and an apt choice of point of view. Her choice of a child narrator gives the poem a peculiar tone of good cheer, simplicity and festivity. The imagery created by the words of the child narrator evoke an atmosphere that is a mixture of tension, relief and celebration.


The Clever Use of Imagery

Perhaps what makes the poem “The Deer Hunt” exceptional is the clever use imagery, the pictures the poet paints in the mind of the reader.  Imagery in poetry is what the words of the poem make the reader 'see' in their imagination. It is the colours, sounds, and sometimes feelings evoked by the poem. Mariska’s smart use of imagery intensifies the impact of the words of her poem as she “shows” us with her words, rather than just “telling” us what she feels. To put the matter concisely: imagery is the content of thought, where attention is directed to sensory qualities: mental images, figures of speech and embodiments of non-discursive truth.

Psychologists identify seven kinds of mental images — those of sight, sound, taste, smell, touch, bodily awareness and muscular tension.  All these imageries are available to poets, and are used by poets, though rarely to the same extent as Mariska uses them. The effects Mariska achieves are various. She uses imagery to externalize thought, create mood and atmosphere, develop plot, and increase dramatic effects by abrupt changes in imagery. She achieves all this in a very clever way. Let me use an example to explain this. When I mention the effect achieved to develop plot or increase dramatic effect by abrupt changes in imagery, I mean that the poet gives a surprise attack on our emotions: all along she makes us think something different but at the last minute she quickly switches imagery to show us a different scenario. Well, that is what I call clever, isn’t it?

In stanza two, the poet created the imagery of warfare and gore in the reader’s mind:

Dawn was creeping in when the hunters assembled.
They gathered around in their hunting clothes
With sticks, guns, cutlasses, bows and arrows
Looking fierce and frightening
To a young child like me.

What are the images of combat, gore, violence, bloodshed, death, etc? They are sticks, guns, cutlasses, bows and arrows. But the surprise comes at the end –  “Did our men catch the elusive deer!”  Yes, they did. The men “caught” the elusive deer – live (without recourse to any of the kind of weapons listed).

The men came jogging with branches so green
The deer held high looked frightened with big eyes so brown

Perhaps we can rightly compare this clever use of imagery to this short poem, written by Robert Herrick in the 17th century, as it provides us with a very good example:

Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies:
Pray be silent and not stir
Th' easy earth that covers her.

In the first three lines, the reader is made to believe that the speaker is describing a sleeping baby. But at the fourth line, this understanding is shaken. The baby is covered, not by a blanket, but by earth. That is, the baby is dead.  This realization can produce a sharp emotional reaction, an almost physical pang. And this effect on the reader is the "work" that this "machine of words" is designed to do. Although this poem is not humorous, its "mechanism" is akin to that of most jokes: a sudden alteration of perspective produces an immediate and visceral response.

Other literary techniques, such as metaphor, simile, allegory, personification, metonymy (attribute for whole) and synecdoche (part for whole), all involve imagery. Often the things compared are both images, but one of them may also be a feeling or concept. For example, in stanza nine, apart from gustatory imagery in the first sentence below, which other type of imagery is used in both quotes?

“Lick our lips and act like scattered chicks” 

“With their sticks shaped like little whips,”

Simile: a figure of speech in which one thing is compared to another, typically using the word “like” or “as”.  The playful children portrayed in a party mood are being likened to chicks, and their busy mothers lashed out with sticks when the children went near the food.

It should be noted that while Mariska makes frequent use of the various types of imagery mentioned above, she also made sure she does not overuse them. How does she achieve that? She avoids employing any unnecessary clichés that might weaken the overall effect. The imagery comes naturally, and aptly achieves the intended effects.


Conclusions

The Hero of the Day
In the poem “The Deer Hunt”, Mariska paints pictures in the reader’s mind through the use of literary techniques, simple descriptions and a vivid narrative. As shown above we can see that in her use of imagery in the poem, the poet has been very careful not to mix metaphors too wantonly. Shakespeare did that, but we all know that fashions change because society is not static but dynamic. The overall intended effect is brilliantly achieved. How? She uses images that are new-struck and rich. 

Today, the Aboatyer Festival of Winneba can truly be regarded as one of the most popular and spectacular festivals in Ghana in terms of the ever increasing number of tourists that throng yearly to witness it. It is my hope that Mariska Taylor-Darko’s poem “The Deer Hunt” will go a long way in helping to also give the deserved publicity and exposure of the festival beyond the shores of Ghana. On the symbolic level it represents other themes which can be regarded as more complex. The circumstances surrounding the symbol of “wansan” (the Deer) is socio-cultural in nature, an ancient ritual of propitiation as deep as the mystery of earth itself.


References:
1.       Del Tufo, J. P. (1965) What is Poetry? Publication Office: Ateneo de Manila University. 
2.       Drew, E. H. (1933) Discovering Poetry. New York: W.W. Norton & Co., Inc. 
3.       Louise Bogan, The Pleasures of Formal Poetry, in Reginald Gibbons (ed.), The Poet’s Work: 29 Poets On The Origins And Practice Of Their Art (Chicago and London: University of Chicago Press, 1979

The photographs used in this essay are by Kofi Nyan Amoako of Winneba, and are used by permission of the photographer. 


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Dela Bobobee is a frequent contributor to OGOV. You can read more of his work here.

The Brain Gain - Dela Bobobee


There is a certain new tempo of rhythm
when the old flare of the nomadic is dim
rustling through the thick undergrowth
gnawing at the hearts of African youth
wading through the oceans and high seas
so solemn beyond what the mortal eye sees
on every valley, molehill, and mountain
flowing raw from the prehistoric fountain
Nkoyeni’s cryptic urgent clarion home call
gaining momentum without a sigh of a lull.

Rushing homewards are the youth with gains
albeit the hurdles, untold gory joys of pains
multiplying what Africa lost in the bargains.

When the old lofty barns we now overflow
heighten, our paces home will never slow
then comes the seeping away of the brains
which has finally suffocated the old drains.

There is also another great trek of a new flock
whose genes are not part of Nkoyeni’s old fold
these new creeds now speckle the youths’ pluck
in old sojourns as new trophies returning bold
the other new races now migrate on their own
their returning instincts to Africa never disown

where nuclei human first sprouted life abroad
their climate the foolhardy greed had polluted
their panting thirst for cleaner air very broad
the power of forgiveness, revenge now uprooted
legendary African spirit to accommodate given
the pillage, rape, indignity, forgotten, forgiven.

And I see a new Africa and a new conscience
ascending from the pit of mediocrity to the zenith
sparkling with magnanimity and true patience
bold sages again to look calm with pride beneath

where the savannahs, rainforests swallow the drought
for the pride lands the rains many gains have brought.

Author Profile - Dela Bobobee

Biography:

Dela Black Bobobee is a Ghanaian writer. He was educated in Ghana and Nigeria. He holds a B.A (Hon’s) English, and a Masters of International Law and Diplomacy (MILD), both from the University of Lagos. He is currently studying for an MBA degree in Management.

His works have received much commendations, recognition and had won him several awards. His hobbies are writing, studying foreign languages, and cinematography. He is a Life Member of the prolific Theatre 15 (University of Lagos), Abuja Literary Society (ALS), and the Actors Guild of Nigeria (AGN).


Five Questions with Dela Bobobee:

1. While this poem was written before last week's post on the "brain drain" to Accra from the rest of the country, it is definitely part of the same discussion. Is the "brain gain" this poem talks about happening now, or is it an aspirational thought - something you hope to see in the future?

Indeed, this poem is an aspirational thought. Yes this is something I hope to see in the future. I guess the future begins from today, though.


2. Can a "brain drain" and a "brain gain" occur simultaneously in Ghana, or do they cancel each other out?

Yes, I think a "brain drain" and a "brain gain" occur simultaneously in Ghana. In my opinion they may not necessarily cancel each other because since the variance would only be seen in its geographical locations, it would rather make it look more like a concurrence and not as a conflict.


3. The next two are questions Rob brought up during the discussion of last week's post: In areas outside of Accra, how can we stimulate more interactive poetic awareness in youth?

In areas outside of Accra, we can stimulate more interactive poetic awareness in youth by tackling it from the grassroots. I would suggest a partnership with the existing schools to embark on interactive poetic awareness, Poetry Clubs, Poetry Week, Poetry Prize Day, Poetry Contests etc. I guess things like that would go a long way in achieving that goal.


4. In Accra, how can we take advantage of the "storehouse of ideal poetic brains"?

Yes, Rob actually asked some very vital questions in that forum. It is a pity that the participation was rather lukewarm. Now coming to his question, in my opinion, I believe this would not be too much of a problem because the “storehouse of ideal poetic brains” are already there. The only problem is that they exist in form of sleeping fires that need only a little bit of stocking to turn them back into real smouldering coals. The ashes cover the hot coals and make them appear as dead fire. We can stock the fire by starting something like an Accra Literary Society which would be a forum whereby those with creative talents can come together to express their creativity. We can start from one reading in a month, then maybe later increase it depending on the response received. We can also graduate to an open-microphone reading, which can later on be diversified into different readings. I also suggest Accra Poetry Slam, lectures on various poetry topics which can be delivered by well resourced persons who would be invited, and reading sessions. After each reading, the participants would discuss the suitability or otherwise of the writer’s themes, diction, mechanical accuracy, form, imagery and other literary and poetic techniques. We could even move on to other literary genres since it would not be restricted to poetry alone.


5. You are currently living in Nigeria. Can you tell us your "brain drain" story? And do you think of yourself in that way, as part of a "brain drain"? Why or why not?

Sure. It would be untruthful if I say I don’t have a brain drain story to tell. I guess all the suggestions I am making here would have found actual expression in my physical presence in Ghana. I would have actively participated in forming the nucleus of an Accra Literary Society. Thank God, however, that Lagos is just about four hours drive from Ghana, and about 45 minutes by air. I guess I can always dash home to put some mechanism into action to make that dream materialize. I can contribute financially and would also look for an ideal venue for the meeting, registering the association’s corporate entity, and all the groundwork stuff in creating the awareness. It would be a bit easier because of my previous knowledge gained from Abuja Literary Club here in Nigeria which could turn my "brain drain" story into a “brain gain” tale by moonlight. Many thanks go to OGOV for putting these ideas into my brain. Thanks.


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The Black Stars of Africa - Dela Bobobee


In the midst of so much despair
where all hope seem to be lost
the human spirit seeks repair
from an inner recess, at all cost

in all African villages crowds grow
a lone Black Star hope awakening
as the crowd enjoys the soft glow
of the screen on that cool evening

the vuvuzela sounds like a bee hive
the Hope of Africa is being revived
in the Black Stars of Ghana to strive
but it is the Hope of Africa survived

Nkrumah’s Independence of Ghana
meaningless unless yolked with Africa
so the Hope of Africa musters to garner
hope from Ghana vs. America

one lone Black Star ate all their Stars
so Black Stars shine, black balloons fly
to greater heights to erase the scars
in the skies - the air lifts so sly

Aftermath victory, vuvuzelas so deafening
Kokorokoo! Africa must now unite as one
Nyame Okokoroko, thank you in defending
Gye Nyame! The Hope of Africa is as one.






"The Black Stars of Africa" is part two of our impromptu tribute series to the Black Stars. Though the Black Stars' run is now over, we will keep posting new poems until July 9th. If you would like to contribute a tribute poem, send it to oneghanaonevoice(at)gmail.com.

The photo is provided by Nana Kofi Acquah
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Pious Beauty - Dela Bobobee


Beauty’s true constituents lie
beyond the limits of aesthetics
and far above defined symmetry
it takes its originality from virtue
that is peerless and above pettiness

show me what is truly beautiful
and I will show you a pious beauty
distilled in an African pot of honey
tanned in tasseled primordial kiln
on the shores where the sun shines

true beauty is in the deepest recess
of the prehistoric arboreal canopy
that is wild, unseen and untainted
by man’s restless fingers that sour
hives nurtured by nature in secret

once I saw a pious beauty laid waste
on the banks of an old swallow creek
where in a flurry orchids crisscross lilies
O! my skin may be too proud to blush
but my heart bled for a mangled goddess

when will our insane prodding fingers
cease to wither buds before they bloom?
pluck hatchlings from nature’s nursery
before they plum and learn to fly free?
detoxify the atmosphere before we choke?

perhaps until we set the sun at dawn
before it rises to silence our heartbeats.

Author Profile - Dela Bobobee

Biography:

Dela Black Bobobee is a Ghanaian writer. He was educated in Ghana and Nigeria. He holds a B.A (Hon’s) English, and a Masters of International Law and Diplomacy (MILD), both from the University of Lagos. He is currently studying for an MBA degree in Management.

His works have received much commendations, recognition and had won him several awards. His hobbies are writing, studying foreign languages, and cinematography. He is a Life Member of the prolific Theatre 15 (University of Lagos), Abuja Literary Society (ALS), and the Actors Guild of Nigeria (AGN).


Five Questions with Dela Bobobee:

1. How long have you been writing poetry?

I started writing poetry when I was in Form One in what was then Middle School in Ghana. That was in 1978 when I was about 13 years old. It is all coming back to me now. I remember that I usually walked away from the raucous crowd at school during break time to a tiny forest behind our school. It was a very quiet spot I personally named the "Tranquil Woods." That incidentally became the title of the first serious poem that I wrote. I silently observed the quiet nature of the surroundings in contrast to the noisy background of the nearby school. I observed and listened to the wind passing through the stirring leaves on the trees and how it gently swayed the colourful birds on the branches which bowed listlessly in obeisance to the wind’s invisible passage. I would be very glad to showcase that particular poem some day for you to see what those powerful feelings evoked in me at that tender age, and the impact of the lucid descriptive power that was generated. That was a long time ago. I started writing more serious poems much later in life and published many in literary journals in the University and on many sites and blogs on the internet. To me, poetry is the rhythm of life itself, its symmetry is intrinsically manifested in our five senses: visual, auditory, tactile, kinetic and gustatory imageries. There is poetry in the rhythmic sound of the broom sweeping the bare floor at dawn in a colourful rhythmic pattern, there is rhythm in the sound of the pestle and mortar that is generated when pounding fufu, and the spurting sound of hot soup smouldering on the earthenware hearth fireside. There is also a silent rhythm in our heartbeats as we write our thoughts on paper for others to ponder over and argue about.


2. Who are your favorite poets? Which poets have most inspired and informed your work?

There used to be a publication called “Talent For Tomorrow” which published poems selected from submissions from Teacher Training Colleges in Ghana. I read these collections with relish, and the gnawing hunger for more verse created a vacuum in me that compelled me to put my own words on paper. My favourite poets are Dennis Brutus, George Kofi Awoonor Williams, Wole Soyinka, William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson and a few other African poets.

The writers do not matter, what matters most is the message the poetry has for humanity. But to be frank, my greatest inspiration and influence comes from the poetic King David, and the poetic nature of the Psalms he wrote. In those days, while young guys were busily searching dictionaries for sugar-coated words and highly exaggerated vocabulary in their bid to bamboozle and woe prospective girlfriends, I was seeking for help elsewhere. I remember writing a poetic love letter to a girl I met in Accra Girls’ High School while on holidays, not with the aid of a dictionary but by borrowing poetic stanzas from the book of Psalms. May God forgive me, but I couldn’t help the ardent poetic flow of the verses that spill out naturally with deeply fervent and powerful emotional feelings. I guess that is where poetry originates from. From the deep recesses of the soul.



3. What do you hope to accomplish with your poetry?

A poet is a wordsmith with prophetic visions of pent-up emotions alloyed in the subliminal vaults that is made explicit on the grim tufts of reality. To me, a poet has four darts in his arrow; to say what happens in the world, to critique what happens, to imagine new things, and to create a charming entity. Above all these things, I want my poetry not to only criticise but to also proffer solutions to the myriad problems facing humanity today. I have started a poetic movement called "Millennium School of Poetry," which is an attempt to paint a representative picture of what poetry should reflect mostly in the present unique circumstances of the world. It deals with critical global issues and draws heavily from the colour reflection of our present society. I have also carved a niche for myself in Healing Poetry and it is yielding amazing results. My poetry revisits the past, the present and the future to fashion out a just path of introspective in order to forestall any silly and ugly human recurrence of woes. I want my poetry to be a reviewer of mores, to proffer solutions through witty tasselled verses purged in the crucible of conscience through iconoclastic lens of unbiased aesthetics. My poetry will live in the heart of humanity. I have already started seeing encouraging results.


4. How has living in Nigeria affected your view of your homeland?

Yes, that is a very interesting question. My living in Nigeria has greatly affected my view of my homeland in many diverse ways.

I was born and bred in Ghana but was educated in Ghana and Nigeria, and so I guess I have an ample basis for comparisons to assess my candid view of my homeland. Presently, most Nigerians have a lot of admiration for Ghana’s steady economic, social and academic progress. Nigerians are now always berating their country and comparing it to Ghana, which they treat in glowing terms. “Oh just look at the wonderful works that small Ghana is doing politically.” They are agitating for Nigeria authorities to learn a lot of lessons from the Ghanaian electoral process. Nigerians are relocating to Ghana on a daily basis. What they say lures them to Ghana, among other things, are political stability, safety of life and property, good governance, uninterrupted power supply, investment friendly economy and the hospitality and friendliness of Ghanaians. There is a shopping bag here in Nigeria they used to call “Ghana Must Go” which was apparently coined during the mass deportation of foreigners from Nigeria. But nowadays, I hear some Nigerians calling it “Ghana Must Stay”! When I hear foreigners speak of Ghana in pleasant terms like this, it makes me very proud and it evokes much deeper patriotism in me for my homeland.

That is why I feel very bad when I read the bad articles some of our own Ghanaians are writing on the internet about unjustified and less constructive criticism aimed at generating hateful tribal sentiments and political brouhaha. There should be no such thing as power politics and power blocs in the Ghanaian polity, but unfortunately, that is what I see every day. When you see others seeing your own homeland in such positive lights you would certainly know better how to direct your vituperations constructively and find more progressive avenues to show your genuine patriotism. That is what I like about One Ghana, One Voice and what motivated me to join you brilliant chaps.

The blend of elements of Ghana and Nigeria in me was at first seen in a steady flow of both internal and external conflicts. I stubbornly refused to compromise my “Ghanaian Queens English” to speak Nigerian English. Everywhere I go, once I open my mouth to speak all heads would turn in my direction with unconcealed admiration. “Are you a Ghanaian?” My answer is naturally always “Yes, I am.” When I speak, I hear Nigerians say, “Phone!”, pronounced “Fonne”, from the stub of phone-tics. But when I realized that the English language itself is like an orange and the various regional dialects are the different strands of the same whole, I no longer bother that much and now consider it as a means to be heard and understood in a borrowed language. In a diglossia language contact situation we see regionalism in British English, American English, Ghanaian English, Nigeria English, Irish English, Scottish English, Indian English, Singaporean, Jamaican etc. But I tell you, we are all one, and our uniqueness lies not in our disparity but in our unity in diversity.



5. Could you tell us more about the Abuja Literary Society? What influence has being a member had on your life and writing?

Indeed Nigeria has a very long historical list of talented literary brains. Starting from the old school African Writers’ Series publication editor Chinua Achebe, we know how many Nigerian writers who have contributed to immensely to African literature. There is still a very vibrant breed of new generation writers sprouting everywhere in Nigeria. I joined the Abuja Literary Society (ALS) in 2006. The ALS is the brainchild of some a very brilliant Nigerian literary artists. There is no how my joining this group of talented writers would not influence my life and my writing. My first degree in the University of Lagos was English but apart from my academic knowledge, my joining the ALS has greatly enriched my writing and general perception of creative writing in general. It is even more interesting to know that ALS has started plans to form a Ghanaian version of ALS right here in Accra to be called Accra Literary Society Ghana Chapter. It is very funny to notice the coincidence in the similarity of the acronym, ALS. Mr. Victor Anoluefo (the Quill Master), who is also a personal friend of mine told me this when he found out I am a Ghanaian. He is a very versatile individual.

The ALS was formed in August 1999 by Victor Anoluefo (the Quill Master), Ken Ike-Okere (Slam Master) and Dr. Ike Anya (now based in Lagos). It is a forum whereby those with creative talents come together to express their creativity. From one reading in a month, the Abuja Literary Society engages in six readings a month. Ordinarily, it was an open-microphone reading, but now they have diversified into different readings. Among others, the third Friday of every month is dedicated to short stories and the first Saturday of the month is dedicated to its Book Club. It has a host of activities that include Abuja poetry slam, lectures on various topics delivered by well resourced persons, and reading sessions. After each reading, the writers would discuss the suitability or otherwise of the writer’s themes, diction, mechanical accuracy, form, imagery and other literary technique. In most cases, the authors accepted the criticisms in good fate. Certainly the impact of the critical reading no doubt has a very positive impact on the writing of members who have read their works. The association lives up to its responsibility to generate and sustain literary culture in Abuja. ALS and other writers' associations like the Abuja chapter of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) are rapidly shaping Abuja into a global creative city.

My joining ALS has greatly influenced if not my writing then my general perception of art in general.


Contact Dela:
delab(at)mtnnigeria.net