The elementary fact about man taken in conjunction with other information, help us to compile a list of his most important needs, we can begin simply enough with the necessities of any sort of life: security from attack, a balanced diet, clothing, light and air, adequate shelter, sleep, freedom of movement, opportunity for mental and physical exertion, stable condition for the upbringing of children. A more basic list it would be hard to imagine yet, as we know, there are millions of human beings, some of them in the most unexpected places from whom even this cannot be guaranteed. Once we move beyond some such list as we are concerned not with survival but with a minimum tolerable quality of existence.
I only stood by the subway
Seeing the river that fed the forest,
Listening to ocean waves rapt it fortress
Then,I made this hurt to shield us
Through the hazy blaze and thrust
And let the pains pull over
Only then can you regain the promise
The ever-enriching feast of mise
For the earth to let you out of pain
Put forth before a new reign
Sleep over to find the vagrant spirit
Hive your throne with sacrifice of merit
Even the wives of my colleagues
Found your renege a hostile league
Fate made time the master
And that is what matters
The first keys were bad
I made no room for the mad
I clinch this blade
Until fear fades
Your mind will find this an adventure
When it fully holds the future.
Now you have a smile
The sweats are mine
On this talking bed we laid night out
And at dawn we gazed at the sprout
At the foot of patient
Within the named stones our transient
This is a paled swamp
My childhood kept better camps
We ate the okro from the stake
The new swamp trend is fake
Only the blades are stale
Then,the wine are staunch ale
Wood hunters bent ude to noth
Poured out our sacred allegiance
If we do weep enough at the forest
It is only that we lost our engress.
There is a sublime effect, likened to the paranormal that glows discreetly at Joy Isi Bewaji’s events. Each is expansive enough to accommodate shades of characters in measureable developmental impact and this esoteric totem seats on the premise that the supernatural is beyond proof or disproof. At the book reading of What Pain May Bring the wind of this rhapsody came again with it numinous artistic shingle spurred by writers of vast cerebral confluence. This episode was sponsored by NASCO Plc and was held at Colonade Hotel, Ikoyi, Lagos on the 21st of February 2015. We witnessed a critical engagement powered by the spark of Joy’s stories. The events left attendees cultivating vertical relationships with the characters of Joy’s creation.
Yvonne Anoruo anchored the event with her usual effortless, confident and humorous adroitness. She keeps smiling cheeks, eyes flush with happiness and an Esther-like step that wins the kings heart. Olumide Lolu’s spoken word performance rattled us into moments of clinical ecstasy as we engage ourselves on series of thoughts. It foreshadowed the flash of what is to come; an apt rendition exploring the themes of cheat, betrayal and moral reprobation. The piece x-rays the mindless blackmail of modern social life laced with the clandestine avalanche of sex and the secret walls built around it.
Again, Rex Afolabi raided the stage with refine verses, dropping poetic sophistry like the serenades in the Victorian age. Rex’s Oratory pulse is reminiscence of the Greek classics. The poem, “These Are The Lines Of a Young Man’s Wrinkles” came out from his mouth tenderly with the nuances of healing virtues. His inherent articulation of powerful emotions recollects in tranquilities. ‘The Lines of a Youngman’s Wrinkle’ mirrors the propriety of the struggle of man which begins at birth. It was well received as the question a survival forms the fulcrum of the conscious human experience.
The brand manager of NACO Plc Mr Gbolahon shared the vision of the company to the audience stating that the company’s product is all over Lagos and beyond. He implores writers to keep up with the writing profession that NASCO Plc is fully behind creative writers in Nigeria. He added that in future further programme of this nature will equally be sponsored by the company.
The book reading took the center stage after Rex. Funke Tega read gorgeously from What Pain May Bring. Her carriage could put time at reverse gear. It was hard to find the traces of Africanism around her charismatic aura. She’s exquisite, polish and petty. When asked why she took that part of the reading as her favorite in the book. Her response was unconventional. She likes the fact that a woman here, is cheating on a man. Most authors according to her will write on how men cheat but here, the reverse is the case
Fumi read modupe’s story. Modupe’s boss sleeps with her intensively at the office. Fumi likes the story because of its sex scenes. She posits that the whole book revolves around sex and the common human reaction to the very subject. Fumi is blunt and honest. The sex subject was for her a human proclivity that underscores his latent prognosis.
I read from Debbie’s potion of the book. Debbie’s live is a whole lump of shit. But she remains the happiest character in the book. Her snoring boyfriend snoops around and Debbie had “Rotten Sex”. Even though she led a wasteful life she was happy in her self-induced stupor. Emem , committed murder, Jolomo, committed suicide, Caro is not happy, the woman is orange is sad, modupe is stupid and so on. Debbie lives happy!
Joy read the story of the woman in purple; Ziggi’s story. It reveals how rich woman lust over young men. How they lavish them with money and use them lustfully to assuage their insatiable sexual desires. The author thinks this trait is common is cosmopolitan cities like Lagos where the story is set.
The conversation boiled up on a different frequency when Yvonne threw questions at the audience for appraisal. The question was, ‘’what do we make of a society where women are told to get married before they can be regarded as valuable in society”? It is a society that works against itself. It pushes you to take decisions only to reprimand you when the idea crumbles.
Joy thinks the marriage script is overburdened. She added that marriage isn’t really working these days. People who are there are just hanging on. It is gloomy and tragic. Ayo Sogunro pulls us to how historical and colonial influences made the issue what it is today. The colonial authority placed so much emphasis on a woman being marriage and somehow, people got influenced by this appeal, subsequently it developed into a strong tie that society approves as the common standard for human habitations. There were divergent views to Ayo’s postulations. A lady, who opposed the view stated that colonial influence was not responsible for this facade that it was African to act that way because our traditional cultures and the voice of our society wants the woman to stay married.
The question was asked if a lady should walk up to a guy to express her love to him. Ayo Sogunro thinks at such case we should look at gender roles and natural inclination. Some people are reserved while others are brash or extroverted; this inclination should determine who does what, when and how. Conversely, the conversation cart further to the measure of influence society should have on a man. A firm gentleman arrested the conversation by saying women should be a little bit considerate, they may have to think like men sometimes and the men should try to think like women too so that in so doing, both parties will have understood the indices of societal change and build confidence and competence around it. According to him a woman who wants a rich, generous and handsome man should be rest assured that he doesn’t exist
Joy faulted ladies who wants God fearing men because the term itself is ambiguous and the ladies, have no idea what they are talking about. Joy observed that it will shock you the number of ladies who wants exactly what the men want. It goes without saying therefore that the more thing change the more they remain the same. Joy wonders why on wedding days woman are hipped with so much responsibilities. She must make sure the man wakes up, eat well and the likes of it. This is the script that needs proper expurgation as time and social roles have changed
Ayo Sogunro lob out an untested theory to the audience that for a relationship to work, look for someone who shares the same believe with you but who have different characteristics from you.
Above all, research has shown that the change which came with social trend was not, what anthropologies may say, the introduction of a new way of thinking, but the rigorous and exclusive use of an old one, that this has meant enormous alteration in our attitude and our mythology no one would deny but in the broad sense, the social trend has always existed. To collect evidence by observation to generalize from your information and then to test our general pattern by prediction and further observation is not a procedure invested by western man since the renaissance. It is the activity which made all African civilization possible and subjected to change.
I do not wish to see you cry
It’s fermished but I choose to try
Your lumps withering under this strain
And I call you at night at the train
To check on your solitary soul
The parchment that left you whole
When did this happened to us?
Dark years upon us
The cathedral’s intervention is foul
Their clandestine mopping like an owl
Who’s this vagrant vicar that rants?
By celestial propensity he wants
Now,if we call on Nnansu
Let no one call us Osu
We don’t know who brew the semen
But we know it is not of men
You are not a whore
Even the deity had swore
How you giggled under their pangs
Their lustrous erection hanged
Then you gnashed your teeths
To let pains tit
Wollowed at the strains of divinity
And trade the pains of viginity
Perhaps,if the pontus comes
A tribunal will do the flangs and tomes
Was it not the median chest?
That was crest?
An inscription of injustice
Only fate noticed
A truck load of faithless beast
Soaked in the vault of malign feast
Of all my sojourn,
To appease these falcon
To braze up in accolade
To take the blade
And open up the gods.
Evans Ufeli 2015.