Atukwei Okai: Tribute to a Literary Generalissimo | By Wale Okediran

August 25, 2018 The Words Finesse 0 Comments




The recent passage of the celebrated Ghanaian poet, Literary Activist and Academic, Professor Atukwei Okai on July 13th 2018 at the age of 77 has robbed the African continent of a passionate and formidable Cultural and Literary ‘generalissimo’. Okai who for several years placed his mental and physical energy at the services of the continental writers body, Pan African Writers Association (PAWA) died at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital, Accra in his native Ghana after a brief illness.


My paths and that of the consummate Literary icon crossed way back in 1997 when I was the General Secretary of the Association Of Nigerian Authors. On my first meeting with the gangling and energetic Secretary General of PAWA during one of his many forays into Nigeria, I was immediately captivated by his formidable intellect, wit and charm. For Okai, there was no dull moment as he was always full of life and enthusiasm. With ‘Lord Atukwei’ (as I normally called him), I traversed the length and breadth of the African Continent on several missions for PAWA learning from the great man the rudiments of International Diplomacy, Perseverance and the ideals of Loyalty, Family ties and everlasting Friendship. Liberia, Niger, Ivory Coast, Libya, Ghana, South Africa, Mali and of course Nigeria where some of our numerous stops in our endless search for the propagation of African Literature. 

In the course of our numerous trans-continental engagements, we had our fair share of successes, frustrations and occasional failures. Through them all, Okai remained stoic and positive often lacing very difficult and seemingly hopeless situations with regular doses of rib crackling jokes and powerful optimism. On one occasion when the late Professor Festus Iyayi and I were briefly detained in our Accra Hotel by the Ghanaian police on the suspicion of being some long wanted Nigerian criminals, Okai who had been summoned by the terrified Hotel Manager by telephone rather than rush to our rescue broke into a fit of laughter at the other end of the telephone line for quite some time before taking his time to secure our release almost an hour later. When asked why he took that long in coming, Okai broke into another round of laughter and said that he wanted us to have enough experience at the hands of the Ghanaian police for our next novel! On another occasion, Okai and I had arrived too late in the day for dinner in Niamey, Niger Republic. As we were very hungry, he arranged for a taxi cab to take us in search of food. After a long drive in the night, we finally found a canteen that was still open for business. Okai promptly placed our orders. Unfortunately for us, when the food arrived almost an hour later, we could not eat it. Unknown to us, Okai in his halting French had mistakenly ordered for a ‘rare’ grilled plate of steak which was full of blood. Rather than lose his cool at the development, Okai turned the whole incident into a big joke as we finally clawed our way back to the hotel in hunger. 

The only time I saw the tall man lose his cool was sometime in 2014, when he led a PAWA team for a visit for the conferment of the award of PAWA Patron on former President Goodluck Jonathan. In addition to the medal of honour, Okai had come from Ghana with a traditional wooden Ghanaian stool which he said was for President Jonathan to sit on as a sign of honour. He waved off my warning that the State House Security men would not allow the Nigerian President to sit on any strange seat for security reasons. Using all his charismatic and suave diplomatic style, Okai managed to convince the security men at the Presidential Villa’s gate to allow him take the traditional stool into the Council Chamber’s venue of the meeting. After his powerful speech to President Jonathan, Okai gestured towards Professor Chukwuemeka Ike who was also on our entourage to assist him in lowering President Jonathan to sit on the carved ceremonial stool. Suddenly, Jonathan’s ADC moved swiftly and quickly prevented Okai from accomplishing his aim. Okai resisted and for a few seconds, he and the security man struggled for the stool until Professor Ike had to convince Okai to release the stool for the security man. A highly bemused President Jonathan later apologised to a visibly angry Okai for the incident promising that he would seat on the stool once he got home.


Despite his heavy work schedule, Atukwei Okai did not neglect his literary endeavours producing several volumes of poetry which was his favourite literary genre. A powerful performance poet, Okai was always a delight to watch during his poetry renditions where his strong strident voice and scintillating dramatic gestures are brought to play. Even at that, the Literary and Cultural Ambassador still had time for his family and could be seen regularly in the company of his devoted wife, Beatrice and his five lovely daughters at PAWA events especially those that took place in Ghana. The love he had for his children, grandchildren, wife, relatives and friends knew no bounds.

Prof Atukwei Okai, a former President of the Ghana Writers Association, earned his M.A (Litt) from the Gorky Literary Institute, Russia in 1967. In 1971, he took up a post-graduate scholarship from the University of Ghana to earn his Master of Philosophy (M.Phil) in 1971 from the School of Slavonic and East European Studies in London. He started lecturing at the University of Ghana in 1971, and became Senior Research Fellow in African Literature at the Institute of African Studies. In his young days, he published his work under the name John Okai. His work has been described as “politically radical and socially conscious, one of his greatest concerns being Pan-Africanism.“ He was elected as the first Secretary General of the Pan-African Writers' Association (PAWA) and held that position till he died.


As I prepare to join his family, friends and other Literary enthusiasts in Ghana on September 14 to give him a befitting burial, I briefly pause for a minute’s silence in honour of a great writer, an unflinching advocate for African Literature and a fine human being who shared his spirit and talent with the world. His legacy will live forever in his donation and adulation for the literary and intellectual world. Rest in eternal peace, my friend, teacher and brother.


Dr Wale Okediran, award winning Nigerian author is a Past National President of the Association Of Nigerian Author and a former Member of the Nigerian Parliament.

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Poetry |My letter to Daddy & Dear my Mother| by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim

August 21, 2018 The Words Finesse 0 Comments


MY LETTER TO DADDY

Dear my father, You are like a farmer:
That farmed on my land
With hoe and cutlass
During rainy and dry seasons
For long, planting seeds,
Know that, your plant will not produce poor products
Your service is unrewardable here
Only God can reward you
All the shades we spread now,
Come after your fertilization

How will I forget you?
How far have I gone?
That I can't see my back
I am not such a blind driver,
That drives without a mirrow
On a narrow road, thinking to arrive safely

Do you think that I forget you,
Your face, walking, and thoughts
If I forget everything,
I think you, would not be forgotten

Don't you think I am that child?
That remembers his father's caring
in the day and night
His efforts in disciplining him,
His responses to his cries

Open your ears and hear me!
I still see you in my mind,
The tree you watered,
Is spreading its roots, products,
And shades in the world



DEAR MY MOTHER

Oh, my mother! I love you so much
That I cannot close my eyes without seeing you
You are a precious stone,
Whose value will never fade away
You sacrificed sleep to see me succeed
When something pains me,
You be the one to feel it
You bathed, clothed and backed me whenever I cried
Either in the morning or at night
I urinated and stooled on your clothes
But you still backed me after washing them

Dear my mother,
I will never deny your hands
That held me for many months
Since from birth till childhood
I must appreciate you for feeding me
Taking good care of me
For not letting me go on the street like others

If I shall live till that time, when I will be rich
Rich like a gold
I will buy you a house of prestige
A house made of gold
Not as reward
Because I can not pay you:
Your time, unforgettable labour pains
And sacrifices made for me
You tend to be an umbrella
Just to cover me from rain or sun
Just to make me safe and heal my health

Dear my mother,
If you shall live long on earth healthy,
I will show you that love:
Which a child shows to his mother
I shall not be like that pepper
That calls tears out of women's eyes
Nor shall I be like an onion
That makes eyes to flood like a large body of water
So, I shall not let your tears fall
Talkless of hear you cry
So long as I breathe on earth
I shall honor and respect you to my ability

If I shall live for a million of years
I will spend ninety nine thousand years
Looking over you without showing any sign of tiredness
I know I cannot pay you back
Even the smoke that makes you smell
The heat that makes you sweat


Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim is a Nigerian poet and playwright. He writes from Gombe state, Nigeria.

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Spouse and Baby Machine: A Matter of Concern| by Yetunde Lois Ogunshola

August 20, 2018 The Words Finesse 1 Comments


A beautiful term has been coined for women- a baby machine. Women have been subjected to discrimination across all ages and it is still waging strong. A woman had her duties outlined for her once she is born. She graduates from a daughter to a wife and then a mother. As a wife she can only be considered as being fulfilled when she performs her duty of procreation and this brings to mind the story of Nnu Ego in Buchi Emecheta's "The Joys of Motherhood", what was expected of her, how she went about her ordeals and how she became a perfect example of a baby machine.

Men have a house but a woman turns it into a home, and as such they are to be celebrated. It is quite erroneous to assume that the only thing a woman is useful for is procreation and men are simply to provide for the family. You only know the value of something only when you have lost it, don’t lose your wife before you realize she is much more than a baby machine because you will be shocked when you find out how tiresome it is to care for those children you dumped on her.

However, men are not the only one guilty of subjugating their spouse, some women are too, because it has been said that people will make of you what you’ve made of yourself. It is not surprising that the moment some women get married, they turn themselves into old women around the house, even though they are still in their mid or late twenties. Perhaps these kind of women are of the opinion that their youthfulness ends the moment they get married and enrolled themselves into the category of old women. Their sole aim in life is then to get pregnant and fulfil their responsibility. As a woman, your youthfulness continues in matrimony, let your husband see traces of the woman he chose to marry out of the many out there.

One of the mistakes women make is to ignore their husband once they become mothers, deliberately turning themselves into a baby machine. Many a husband has complained of being ignored for his child by his wife in the sense that she gives her attention to the child while neglecting the father. This has been a cause of rift in many families, where the husband gets jealous of his own child because his wife has made him feel unwanted. Some women are only concerned with having children because of the belief which has been drummed into them since childhood as being what was expected of them.

Women are not to be regarded as baby machines, not by their parents, themselves nor their husbands. The function of a woman in a home is more than taking care of the house, her husband and children. The belief that has set women apart for discrimination must be rejected and the men should see other importance of their wives apart from procreation while the wife should know how important she is in the house and that her duties is not limited to her children. 

Oppression occurs in different forms and it is hypocritical to blame someone for it when you are practising it as well. A society where discrimination is enthroned will find it impossible to grow. Take care of that helper in your home and those wonderful issues.


● Yetunde Lois Ogunshola is a Nigerian, living in the city of Ilorin. She is a University undergraduate of the prestigious University of Ilorin, Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria, where she is studying English, with her specialty in Literature. She is an author and has published some stories online.

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Many gods, One Mic: Outcome of Pen Warriors' Open Mic and Writers' Connect

August 18, 2018 TWF Editor 2 Comments

Some of the literary artistes and musicians at the event
Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole 

It was a darling outing for artistes and art enthusiasts last Saturday in Ilorin, Kwara state, Nigeria, as a house of young talented 'gods' hosted poets, spoken word and entertainment artistes to a memorable session of becoming the gods on MIC and connecting with one another afterwards for future opportunities and greatness.

The Open MIC and Writers' Connect sessions organized by Pen Warriors Inc was a well charged synergetic scene that saw the convergence of young stars in the arts and literary space as well as in the music and entertainment industry, showcasing their god-given talents to the delight of all and sundry at the event.

The Open Mic session handled by Penwarlord and an upcoming model, Sophia Elias, captured the young talents seizing the free moment to perform their pieces that revolved around various themes such as love, lust, politics, youth, tradition, nature, emotion, life, city, nation, reformation and natural phenomenon.

The event which recorded impressively dynamic arts pours and musical flows from all the young talented performers, also welcomed an inspiration and motivational talk by a young storyteller,  Stephen Adedoyin.

Members of Pen Warriors such as Ahmad Saliu Toyin (Penwarlord); Jalaludeen Assayouti (Jalal Poetry); Sakeenah Jatto (Tranquil Pen); Muib Shefiu (Sagacious Ink); and Lateefat Suleiman (Golden Thought) were not left out in airing their views on the MIC, through poetry and spoken word.
Members of Pen Warriors Inc 
Other poets and spoken word artistes that graced the event with their series of mind-blowing poetry and spoken word were: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole (Prince H.T.O); Umar Saidu Isa (The Dynamic Galvanizer); Shehu Abdulsalam Aladodo; Akanbi Habeeb Oluwadamilare (Damilare Mapper); Koyum Kolade Afolabi (KK Awesome); Ahmed Durojaye; Bamishe Ibrahim; Sakeenah Abdulkabir;  Optimistic Smart; Aminat Abdulsalam (Talented Sense); Naimah Raji; and Awoseni Adegoke Israel.

There was also distinct musical performance from: a singer, drummer and a musical producer- Temitayo Daini (Bass Billy); an artiste- Borlex; a rapper- Jam Shan aka Gangstar; and an artiste- Ayantola Ayobami Ahmed (H-wise).

Ealier speaking on behalf of Pen Warriors Incorporation, one of the organisers, Miss Sakeenah Jatto, thanked everyone for making time out to attend their one of a kind event, adding that it takes courage, love and kindness to write, rise and come forward to celebrate with fellow humans.

She said that the event was conceived by their organisation as a way of preserving arts, saying, "We are doing this in an Aristotelian way: Art for Art Sake."

"Regardless of the resources on ground, we are breaking bounds. Solely for one purpose: so that our voice and your voice will be heard," she added.
Angle shot of audience at the event
According to Jatto, in reaching out to the world around them, some people don't need much, they only need somebody to show them love to be able to be on top of their world.

Speaking about Pen Warriors Inc, another member, Mr Muib Shefiu said Pen Warriors Inc is a writing house that consists of distinguished like minds with the intention of reinvigorating literary creativity through honing writers' skills and providing guidance in the literary world.

The writers organization headed by Ahmad Saliu Toyin (PenWarLord), has Jalaludeen Assayouti (Jalal Poetry); Sakeenah Jatto (Tranquil Pen); Lateefat Suleiman (Golden Thought); Muib Shefiu (Sagacious Ink); Aisha Muhammad (Umairah) and Zainab Oluwakemi Adewale (Chemodiva) as members.

Below are other shots from the event.









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Writers Should Stop Copying Prof Wole Soyinka, Other Known Writers- Wole Adedoyin

August 11, 2018 The Words Finesse 0 Comments

Wole Adedoyin 
Wole Adedoyin is the President of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) and the National Publicity Secretary, South, of the Association of Nigerian Authors  (ANA). In this interview with ABDULHAFEEZ T. OYEWOLE, he speaks on his writing  and how it becomes  the source of his selfless service to the growth and development of literature especially among young Nigerians. 

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A-Book-A-Child Project: Kwara ANA Distributed Books to Secondary Schools

August 10, 2018 TWF Editor 0 Comments

- Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

The distribution of the Association of Nigerian Authors  (ANA)'s A-Book-A-Child Project to Secondary schools was successfully conducted in Kwara state, with the donations of Salamatu Sule's "Oma: The Drummer Queen", along other published works by the Kwara State Chapter of the Association to schools in the state.

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Gale of Defections Speak of Individualistic Concerns- ANA

August 09, 2018 The Words Finesse 0 Comments


The Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) has said that the recent gale of defections and shenanigans by politicians coupled with the brazen display of impunity by security services are being done within the narrow confines of individualistic concerns, This Is Lagos reports.

President of the Association, Denja Abdullahi, and its Assistant General Secretary, Maik Ortserga, made this known in a statement released today.

“As the 2019 general elections beckons, the media has recently been inundated with news of Nigerian politicians switching lines, disconnecting and connecting new political cables and raising new convertors to ignite their political luminosities. The panic sown by politicians rationalising their conducts, yelling so loudly about biases meted out on them has led many to wonder whether the leadership class in Nigeria will ever get it right,” said the statement.

ANA went on to ask, "where does the recent activity leaves the people?"

This question, is stated, is very apt because one does not need a crystal ball to see that the recent gale of defections and shenanigans coupled with the brazen display of impunity by security services are being done within the narrow confines of individualistic concerns instead of the broader concerns of the people.

Further explaining that the bad news is that these political inadequacies are stretching our democracy to a breaking point, the statement said it is sad that politics in this country is still not in the interest of the people several years after the country’s return to democracy.

“Now, the politicians have squandered the credit they won in the hey days of this administration. Instead of reforming Nigeria, they now choose to fight over power, blocking each other’s personal ambitions at the expense of the common good. Corruption and impunity are still rife and institutions are still dysfunctional. The current defections are not driven by fundamental ideological consideration. Thus the practice of politics by our leaders has fallen short of the standards of democratic governance,” said the statement.

ANA said further that as the umbrella body of writers in this country, it is not just important that it points out the unprogressive nature of these defections and shenanigans by politicians, it also feels bold to remind the actors in the new direction of events in the country to be wary of the anger of the people, which has been inflated to a bursting point.

To further emphasise this point, ANA quoted Chris Okigbo who said, “…Let them remember thunder when they share the meat,” adding that the politicians should remember that they are accountable to the masses and that the day of account will soon come in 2019 when they will realise how impossible it is to say no to the thunderous will of the people.

Also quoting Martin Luther King Jr. when he said, “When an individual no longer feels a sense of responsibility to his society, the content of democracy is emptied”, the statement concluded that a word is more than enough for the wise and for those who will listen and act true to the trust given to them by the masses.

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Pen Warriors To Host Open MIC Session, Writers Connect In Ilorin

August 09, 2018 TWF Editor 1 Comments


All is set to host all arts and literary enthusiasts to a soul lifting Saturday show in the city of Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria, as a body of young self-motivated artistes and artists, Pen Warriors Incorporation, invites all and sundry to its event.

The event tagged, "PEN WARRIORS OPEN MIC SESSION and WRITERS CONNECT" is to hold on Saturday, 11th of August, 2018 at No 245, Citadel International Educational Consultant, Beside Forgo Battery, Taiwo road, Ilorin by 3:00pm.

According to the organizer, microphone "is open to Artistes: Poets, Spoken Word artistes, Rappers, Singers, Comedians, Instrumentalists, Writers of other genres, Karaoke Lovers," and many more, to do what they love to do best on the MIC.

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Travelogue |A Passage To Russia| by Wale Okediran

August 08, 2018 TWF Editor 0 Comments


It’s almost midnight in Saint Petersburg and the sun is yet to set. From my vantage point at the window of the bedroom of my rented apartment on Muchnoy Pereulok 1, Tsentralny district, the city appeared angelic and very beautiful in the brilliant late night sunshine. Outside on the streets, lively, friendly, romantic and bustling Russians were out to mark the day when the sky stayed reddish-gold all night. Hours after my dinner of Lamb Soup, Rice and Vegetables with Chicken Roast, I was surprised when rays of sun that peeked through the window curtains kept disturbing my sleep. Unknown to me, I had arrived Russia on the Summer Solstice (also known as White Night) ‘The Longest Day of the Year’ with about 19 hours of sunshine.

As I hung by the bedroom window waiting for the sun to set, an advert in the St Petersburg metro map caught my eye ; ‘’Celebrate the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, with drumming, dance and ritual. Integral Church will join St. Petersburg's Body Electric to honour the seasons and the spiritualistic "changing of the guard" that comes with the solstice. Dancers and drummers of all skill levels welcome, but this event is only open to people ages 12 and older.’’ Seduced by the enticing thoughts of an all night drumming and dancing, I briefly flirted with the idea of throwing off my pyjamas and joining the revellers for the celebration but I thought otherwise and went to bed. When I went back to the window around 1am, the sun had disappeared only to reappear 3 hours later for the beginning of another long day.

Welcome to Russia, the land of ‘’endless wonders and achievements’’, the land of great writers, musicians and inventors. For example, it was the brilliant Russian engineer, Mikhail Kalashnikov who invented the AK-47, one of the most popular small arms weapon in the world. Till date, the powerful gun, the favourite of many guerrillas and militaries in the world remains one of the most controversial masterpieces from Russia. At 17,125,200 square kilometres (6,612,100 sq mi), Russia is the largest country in the world by area, covering more than one-eighth of the Earth's inhabited land area, and the ninth most populous, with over 144 million people as of December 2017, excluding Crimea. 

I had come to Russia to watch the 2018 edition of the World Cup, my first ever. My decision to make the trip had been inspired by Alex Iwobi’s 73rd minute goal at the Nigeria/Zambia match which I watched live at the ‘Nest Of Champions Stadium’ in Uyo on October 7 2017. It was Iwobi’s goal that made Nigeria the first African country to qualify for the 2018 World Cup in Russia. The feat gave the country her sixth World Cup finals appearance having first qualified for the international football showpiece in 1994. My decision to travel to Russia was further reinforced by my US based secondary school mate, Tayo Popoola who was attending his 7th World Cup. It was Tayo who further motivated me with pieces of advice and logistics for the trip. 

Another reason for my Russian trip was Literature. As an ardent lover of Russian Literature, who has devoured the works of several Russian Literary icons such as Leo Tolstoy, Boris Pasternack, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Anton Chekhov among others, I was looking forward to a visit to the land of the ‘Literary masters’. 

Anna Karenina, my favourite novel by Leo Tolstoy was first published in book form in 1878 and widely considered one of the greatest works of fiction ever written. And while Chekhov the medical doctor/writer and my professional forebear was one of my literary inspirations, Pasternack’s Doctor Zhivago, a moving historical book about the Russian Revolution is one of the few books that I have read and watched its film adaptation. Surprisingly, (just like the yet to be released film adaptation of my book Tenants of the House) I found the film adaptation of Doctor Zhivago better than the book. I also recalled that it was Dostoevsky’s The Possessed, a haunting psychological fiction that inspired my own psychological, tragicomedy book, Dreams Die at Twilight which was adjudged in a 2009 National Literary competition as one of the best 50 books in Nigeria in the last 50 years. The accounts of my literary and cultural experience in the land of the red hair (an allusion to Russia’s ancestors who came from the middle east and believed that red hair was a sign of nobility) will be captured in another article.

Since spectators themselves sometimes watch football matches with occasional tragic pensiveness, I decided to go for a medical check up before boarding the plane to Russia. More so, I didn’t want Messi the Argentine soccer maestro to mess up my Blood Pressure during the potentially hypertensive match between Nigeria and Argentina on June 26. Luckily, my doctor found my Blood Pressure and heart good enough to withstand the expected ‘nail biting’ and ‘leg kicking’ tension of the games.

It was obvious that Russia was ready to impress the world during the World Cup event as I arrived Saint Petersburg’s Pulkovo airport on a rainy afternoon into the waiting hands of a welcome team made up of volunteer Russian Students. After posing for photographs with the team, the friendly Russian youngsters explained to me in halting English how I would find my way in their city. I would later discover that only very few Russians speak English and that communication would be a big challenge during my stay in Russia. Also waiting to receive me was my friend Tayo, who had also come all the way from the US with his long term colleague, Dion. Together, the trio boarded a rental car driven by Tayo for the drive to our rented apartment on Muchnoy Pereulok 1. My first impression of St Petersburg was that of a city with long blocks of tall buildings interconnected with canals thus giving the City the nickname of the ‘Venice of the North’.

Saint Petersburg is Russia's second-largest city after Moscow, with 5 million inhabitants according to the 2012 census. Situated on the Neva River, at the head of the Gulf of Finland on the Baltic Sea, it was founded by Tsar Peter the Great on May 27 1703. Variously known as Petrograd and Leningrad, Saint Petersburg was the capital of Imperial Russia between 1732 and 1918. In 1918, the capital moved to Moscow, which is about 625 kilometres (388 mi) to the south-east. Saint Petersburg is one of the modern cities of Russia, as well as its cultural capital. The Historic Centre of Saint Petersburg and Related Groups of Monuments constitute a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Saint Petersburg is home to the Hermitage, one of the largest art museums in the world. The city was built by conscripted peasants from all over Russia; a number of Swedish prisoners of war were also involved in some years under the supervision of Alexander Menshikov. Tens of thousands of serfs died building the city. 

My first match in Russia was the Argentina /Croatia match on June 21 2018. Since I didn’t have a ticket for the encounter, I watched the match a few hours after my arrival in Russia at the FIFA Fan Centre in St Petersburg. The experience showed how the experience of watching football opens several dimensions in time and space. The FIFA Fan Centre where large viewing screens had been mounted for spectators was a bee hive of activities. Apart from the large area for viewing the matches, there was also a sports shop for souvenirs and mementoes as well as tents for drinks and snacks. Outside the arena, happy and joyous spectators decked out in the colours of several countries, exchanged banters, posed for photographs and generally interacted. The whole place was a microcosm of humanity with the young and old from all corners of the world enjoying the beautiful game and its magic. And despite differences in colour, tongue and habit, nobody got in anybody’s way because the World Cup is not only about Football but also about so many other things. It is about friendship, networking, history, tourism, national and international identity as well as, humanity. The event also offers a universal theatre, turning national identities into signs of longing for the wider world.

In order to make my next match which is the Belgium/Tunisia match on June 23 at the Spartak Stadium in Moscow, Tayo, Dion and I had to depart Saint Petersburg for Moscow on a High Speed Train which arrived the Russian capital city after a pleasant four hour journey. I was welcomed into Moscow by a blaze of sunshine, skyscrapers, beautiful streets and wide boulevards. With a population of 13.2 million, Moscow the Russian capital is the country’s most populous city. 

The following day after a breakfast of eggs, sausage, bread and coffee, I departed to the Spartak Stadium via the Moscow Metro, a massive multilayered underground mammoth of trains and masonry for the Belgium/Tunisia match. Although slated for 3pm with the stadium’s gates to be opened at 12noon, my friends and I decided to depart our apartment by 10 am to avoid the crush of the teeming football fans. Since transport to the stadium on match day was free for fans with match tickets, the metro was crowded with football fans from several countries. Spartak stadium, owned by one of Russia’s most popular football teams, Spartak Moscow is a matter of great pride to Russians. Its façade takes the form of chain mail consisting of hundreds of little diamonds representing the Spartak logo. There was a great fanfare outside the stadium on our arrival with football fans in their multitudes singing and dancing with some of them already tipsy from the beer sold by Budweiser in FIFA labelled plastic mugs. Also on sale in nearby tarpaulin tents were Coca Cola, Potato chips and peanuts. Security checks at the stadium entrance were very strict as football fans were made to pass through metal detectors. Even, foodstuffs were disallowed so much so that a small orange which I planned to take during the match was seized at the gate!

As we filed into the stadium which had been filled to its maximum capacity of 44,190, we all made our way to our seats which had been inscribed on our tickets. After a series of official ceremonies, the football pitch was sprinkled with cold water obviously to make it conducive for a good match. Meanwhile, the stadium was like a carnival as the fans from both teams decked in the bright colours of their country’s football teams drummed, sang and danced. Suddenly, amidst all the noise and pageantry, the stadium soon erupted into an uproar as the two teams entered the field. After the National Anthems of the two countries, the match commenced at the end of which, the score line stood at Belgium 5/ Tunisia1. And as we finally trooped out of the stadium moments later, the heavens opened up with a heavy rain. Crowds of people especially the delirious Belgian fans made their way to the train station, Taxi stops and the metro for the journey to their hotels, bars and apartments. 

However, despite the late hour, many of the football fans remained on the street of the famous Russian city with endless festivities of drumming, dancing and drinking. Not to be outdone, the Russians themselves abandoned their usual social restraint to approach foreign fans with broad smiles, with offers of help and local gastronomic tips. In this respect, I found the elderly Russian women more sympathetic to foreigners who usually found the language barrier a big challenge to cope with. And although the Russian police seemed to turn a blind eye on some misdemeanours like public drinking and traffic obstructions by joyous fans, it still took its job very seriously. On one occasion, Tayo, Dion and I were surprised that even after donning the well known Nigerian jersey with our ID card visibly hanging on our necks, a passing police pulled up beside us as we walked down a major street in downtown Moscow in broad daylight and demanded for our International Passports.

According to newspaper reports, the Russian federal government spent $12 billion preparing for the World Cup, most of it going to improved stadiums, airports and roads in host cities. In addition, the country engaged in a concerted effort to tame its habitual xenophobic demons in anticipation of 500,000 foreign soccer fans descending on the country for the World Cup. And as the report indicated; ‘’The country even organized classes on how to smile’’ Unfortunately, not all Russians assimilated this new found lessons. According to reports, one member of the Russian Parliament warned Russian women against sleeping with foreign men, especially if they were from a different race. Another cautioned even against hugging visitors from other continents, given that they might be rife with disease. The ensuing outcry was loud and sharp, with many on social media comparing the remarks to propaganda during the 1980 Olympics, when the Soviet Union warned its citizens against talking to foreigners. (In that era, any talk of sex was strictly taboo.)

Since the long awaited Nigeria/Argentina match was to take place in Saint Petersburg on June 26 by 5pm, it was inevitable that we should make our way back to the city. So it was that, we found our way back to St Petersburg from Moscow via the fast train arriving at the Moskovsky Train Station in the city in the evening of June 25 with the outside temperature now a sweltering 22oc. We spent the early part of the following day sightseeing in Saint Petersburg. One of the important places visited was the beautifully decorated Kazansky Cathedral where many Argentina fans who are Catholics were lighting candles and praying at the feet of saints obviously for success in their forthcoming encounter with Nigeria. Earlier in the day, Tayo had told me of his premonition that Nigeria was going to lose the match based on the previous encounters between the two countries where Argentina had always won. It was his belief that the psychological feeling of inferiority on behalf of the Nigerian team anytime it met Argentina in football matches will always be a big challenge for the team. I disagreed with him and predicted a Nigerian victory. 

Moments later, on our way to the stadium, we passed the central part of the town where a Television crew asked for my opinion on the forthcoming Nigeria/Argentina duel. Again, I predicted a Nigerian victory. As we later moved towards the stadium, we chanced upon a crowd of football fans donning both the Nigerian and Argentina jerseys. Among the Argentina fans was a young man who spoke Hausa to me. He told me that he grew up in Katsina state where his father was a missionary doctor for many years. Although he said he was wearing an Argentina jersey, his heart was for Nigeria whom he prayed would win the match. As usual, a lot of excitement in the form of drumming, singing and dancing by both the Nigerian and Argentina fans was already on when we reached the stadium. In one corner were two Nigerian ladies with big sacks of the very popular Nigerian jersey which they sold for fifty dollars each. In another corner were a knot of football fans without tickets who were haggling with some agents who were now selling tickets at the black market rate of $400-$500 from the official rate of $120-$200. As we were taking in the convivial scene and taking photographs with fans from both sides, an agitated Nigerian fan suddenly ran towards a truck full of Russian policemen as he frantically shouted that his ticket had been stolen on the train on his way to the stadium. He was sweating and very angry as he demanded to talk to a police man who could speak English. As Tayo predicted, Nigeria lost the match to Argentina. I was depressed all night and while Tayo and Dion later went out for dinner, I remained in our apartment brooding as I struggled through a ‘mournful’ dinner of bread and chicken stew. 

Although the World Cup was just beginning with the commencement of the knock out stage, for me, Nigeria’s ouster pulled the wind out of the sail of the competition. I therefore watched the remaining matches with half hearted devotion. To Russia’s credit, the tournament which only 10% of people around the world had viewed positively a year earlier went very well. Prior to the competition, there were threats of boycott by some countries because of some political dissentions. In addition, there were fears of dangerous levels of hooliganism while some people did not believe that the country’s transportation infrastructure could handle such a massive influx of people into the country. But to the surprise of everyone who expected these issues to boil over at some point, nothing of the sort happened. As a first time visitor to Russia, the World Cup nullified the Russian stereotypes of a cold and hostile country. In its place, I encountered first-world infrastructure, impeccable planning and mostly friendly people, except for the glum looking members of the security forces.

The Russians put their success story to years of planning for a government eager to improve Russia’s dire international image. Perhaps, a final testimony of the success of the tournament could be seen in the statement credited to the U.S. national security adviser John Bolton who on a recent visit to President Vladimir Putin at the Kremlin said; “I look forward to learning how you handled the World Cup so successfully,” as the US top official referred to the fact that the U.S. will host the 2026 World Cup along with Mexico and Canada.

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Tribute |Atukwei Okai - Gone is the Organ Grinder| by Femi Osofisan

August 08, 2018 The Words Finesse 0 Comments

Prof. Atukwei Okai. Credit: MyJoyOnline.
It has been hard for me to find the right words to say. Since I learnt that he left us, it has been like a terrible bout of muteness, because Atukwei was (was!) not just another friend. Along with the great poet, Kofi Anyidoho, he was one of the two people in Ghana who became my virtual siblings, in the course of more than two-and-a-half decades now of restless wandering, and who have made Accra more than a welcome place, but always a warm home for me. On the phone I would call out, “How are you, my Brother?” And he would gleefully reply, “How are you, my Uncle?”

So perhaps it was just logical then that Kofi should be the first person to give me the news. One afternoon, on the 13th of July precisely, his email arrived with the bleak announcement: “Big Big Wahala ooo, This Earth My Brother! Atukwei Okai, Organ Grinder to God and Mankind, is now an Ancestor, from This Morning!”

From Kofi, it could not be a prank. Yet the 13th of July, for most of us in the arts, is normally a day of rejoicing. It is the day we celebrate Wole Soyinka’s birthday, and through that, the often-neglected beauty of literature in the human community. In any case, birthdays, I have always asserted, are not for dying!

So the news, I said, sent me into prolonged numbness. Not again, I pleaded in desperation! It has been just too many fatalities of late. Too many friends have been leaving, too many loved ones departing, all pointing frighteningly — as our Yoruba elders remind us — to our own impending mortality. Is this how we shall all go then, abruptly, with so many dreams still unfolding, still budding, unhatched, in our pockets?

Atukwei was a bundle of lofty dreams and tall ambitions. He put his footsteps down in tall strides and bid others follow as he sought with uncommon zeal and tenacity to drive those dreams to fulfilment. That was the secret of his infectious devotion to the Pan African Writers Association (PAWA).

But I had met him before PAWA, through his poems. The unusual logorligi lines and unconventional asymmetric rhythms were creating quite a stir, most of it hostile then, among the public. But I saw them as representing a fascinating, novel experience in the creation of modern African poetry in English, an audacious attempt to (re)capture the primal beats and cadences of traditional oral poetry in the syntax and acoustics of our acquired European languages. After I had pointed this out and forcefully defended it — in my essay, ‘The Nostalgic Drum’ (RELS, 1978) — Okai’s poetry began not only to receive more sympathetic attention, but also to spawn enthusiastic acolytes. And we became friends.

Needless to say, the friendship entered a new phase of attachment when, in 1989, PAWA was formed, and he became its executive secretary-general, while I was elected the vice-president for West Africa. From that moment, Atukwei could be nothing else. PAWA became virtually synonymous with Atukwei and Atukwei with PAWA. My friend took to his role with complete fervour, such that it became a life vocation. When, after some years in office, I told him of the need to quit our posts and bring in new blood, and consequently sent Ken Saro Wiwa, my successor in the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), to replace me, Atukwei was unflinching. Calmly he sent Saro Wiwa back, explaining that, according to the agreed regulations of our organisation, PAWA officers could only be replaced by a vote of the general assembly. Yet all attempts to summon a general assembly since that initial gathering have failed woefully for all kinds of reasons! Does it mean then that those initial representatives are doomed to stay in office forever, even against their will or competence? Sadly the question was not resolved in Atukwei’s lifetime.

But one of the reasons the problem remained unresolved was quite clearly the fact of Atukwei’s personal efficiency, dedication and doggedness. Almost single-handedly, he kept the organisation going. PAWA is a creation of the Organisation of African Unity, but of all the governments comprising the continental body, it is only Ghana that sustains it with regular funding. And it does so no doubt because our secretariat is located in its capital Accra, but mostly because Atukwei is able to use his personal energy and the considerable influence he has garnered in the country over the years to sway his government. By ceaseless advocacy, Atukwei also got some other governments — e.g. Libya, Ethiopia, Cameroun, Guinea, and recently, Nigeria — to meet their commitments, but only spasmodically and erratically, sometimes even to the embarrassment of their PAWA’s members. But Ghana has given us a Secretariat, as well as a diplomatic status, and some annual budget.

It is in Ghana that one prestigious hotel after another, in response to the hypnotic oratory of our executive secretary, has agreed to host our annual meetings at no or minimum cost to the financially crippled organisation.

I am not sure now just how well this pecuniary situation sat with the personality of Atukwei himself. Certainly he enjoyed the position of executive secretary and did not wish to relinquish it. He relished the benefits in terms of travelling, meeting writers all over the continent and beyond, basking in the privileges of diplomatic preferment.

In return, he gave his full service to the cause of the organisation as he understood it, defended his colleagues as passionately as he could, especially from the hammer of intolerant governments, and was unrelenting in organising the Writers’ Day celebration that the OAU itself set aside for it. Our last journey together in fact was to Malabo, in a bid to get the Equatorial Guinean government to fulfil its promise to host the next Writers’ Day in November. Regrettably, we failed in that quest.

Now that Atukwei is gone, there can only be one question for all of us — what will happen now to PAWA? What is our future going to be? The right answer is what will constitute a befitting legacy to the man’s memory.

Adieu, grand Organist. I thank you for having been my friend and my brother.

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