{"id":209,"date":"2019-05-14T06:32:07","date_gmt":"2019-05-14T06:32:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/engp06.epgpbooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=209"},"modified":"2019-05-15T07:03:54","modified_gmt":"2019-05-15T07:03:54","slug":"kofi-awoonor","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/chapter\/kofi-awoonor\/","title":{"rendered":"Kofi Awoonor"},"content":{"raw":"<div><span style=\"float: right\"><a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/EoKUqSp9Ics\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img class=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/epgpbooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/download.png\" alt=\"epgp books\" width=\"41\" height=\"41\" \/><\/a>\r\n<\/span><\/div>\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>Introduction\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">These are the courageous words of poet, novelist, academic, diplomat, statesman, and an intellectual-visionary, the Ghanaian Kofi Awoonor, who at 78 was killed along with several others in a terrorist attack at the Westgate Mall, in Nairobi, Kenya, on 21st September 2013. Awoonor was attending the 4-day Storymoja Hay Festival and had a poetry performance in the afternoon session of that ill-fated day when news of the blast reached the conference organizers and his absence only confirmed their suspicions. His body was identified and sent to Ghana for cremation and a state funeral.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">At the festival of letters, it appeared as if he prophesied his own death. He is supposed to have quoted his ancestor\u2019 according to writer Teju Cole in his \u201cLetter from Nairobi,\u201d \u201cI have something to say. I will say it before death comes. And if I don\u2019t say it, let no one say it for me. I will be the one who will say it.\u201d<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Some of the glowing tributes paid to him in recognition of his substantial contribution to African literature, politics and culture bear testimony to his lifetime achievement and the respect he earned worldwide for his commitment towards art and literature. From the 60s until his death, he was ardently involved\u00a0 in literature and the arts but from the 80s to the\u00a0 90s, he got passionately involved in contemporary politics and his literary works \u201creflect a life-time engagement in literature and politics, which are his two prime passions.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">His death left some kind of anger in Nobel Laureate, Professor Wole Soyinka who simply said, \u201cRage, rage, and rage is all I feel\u201d. Mr. Tunde Fagbenle, essayist and columnist for <em>The Punch <\/em>said, For someone like Kofi who sought a better world in his verses, it is shameful that he been so cruelly silenced. Maxim Uzoatu, poet and essayist, said Awoonor can never be written about in the past tense.\u201cHe is an ever present ancestor. His immortal poem, \u201cSongs of Sorrow,\u201d is a classic in excelsis . His novel, \u201d<em>This Earth, My Brother<\/em>\u201d, is an existential tour de force. Not even death can kill Kofi Awoonor, let alone the moronic mullahs of terror.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 1em\">\u00a0Kofi Awoonor \u2013 details of his place of birth, education, first involvement into politics<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\r\n<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">George Awoonor-Williams (name changed to Henoga Kofi later as he wanted to remove the Anglicized tag), was born on March 13, 1935, in Weta, Ghana, and educated at Achimota School. Awoonor literally grew up on the lap of his grandmother, a traditional singer of dirges or songs of lament in the Ewe culture, where people burst into song during sad and joyous occasions. Influenced greatly by the poetic traditions of his native Ewe and contemporary and religious symbolism, he employed these to depict Africa during decolonization and his early works suggest a strong influence of these indigenous poetic techniques and crafts.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor studied literature at the University of London, and during his stay in England, he wrote several radio plays for the British Broadcasting Corporation. He spent the early 1970s in the United States, studying and teaching at various universities in the United States. He earned an M.A. and later (in 1973) a Ph.D. in comparative literature at Stony Brook. While writing about Ghana\u2019s cultural erosion and heritage, he resorted to the traditional lamentation mode for which his poetry gained recognition far and wide. .<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\">\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">He proceeded to the University of Ghana where he taught African literature. He wrote his first poetry book, <em>Rediscovery<\/em>, during his teaching stint at the University of Ghana. Published in 1964, the book, like most of his works, is based on African oral poetry. While in the USA, he wrote his experimental novel, <em>This Earth, My Brother, <\/em>and <em>My Blood<\/em>. In 1975,\u00a0 he returned to Ghana as head of the English department at the University of Gold Coast. Within a few months, he was arrested for helping a soldier accused of plotting to overthrow the military government and was imprisoned without trial but released later. One of Awoonor\u2019s celebrated collections of poems, <em>The House by the Sea, <\/em>focuses on his experiences in jail.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The prison experiences sharpened his political sensibilities further and Awoonor veered into politics which influenced him to write mostly non \u2013fictional works like Ghana: A Political History from Pre-European to Modern Times (1990) and The African Predicament: Collection of Essays (2006). From 1990 to 1994, he was Ghana\u2019s Permanent Representative to the United Nations, where he headed the committee against apartheid. He was also a former Chairman of the Council of State.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong>2 0 The Genesis of\u00a0 Awoonor\u2019s Artistic and Creative Endeavour \u2013 Kofi\u2019s perspectives on the role of a writer\/artist, definitions of poetry, and the merging of the traditional and the modern<\/strong><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Like most African writers, to Awoonor too, writing is part of his deep commitment to society and to put in his own words: \u201cA writer is primarily a member of his own society and<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u2026 there is no time when he cannot be committed to ending the sufferings of his own people\u2026For where does art and culture stop and the business of life and survival begin?\u201d (Martin Tucker 24). Similarly, he felt strongly that a literary scholar or poet should be involved in politics as African politics is constructed from a socio-cultural base.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In \u201cTradition and Continuity in African Literature,\u201d Kofi defines the role of an artist who is both a technician and a visionary. There is no division between the two roles for him. His technical competence enables him to select and utilize material: words, wood, raffia, or whatever, which in themselves carry a spirituality or an innate essence. It is from here that the transformation into the visionary realm is primarily fed. Forms and motifs already exist in an assimilated time and world construct , and so he serves only as the instrument of transforming these into an artistic whole based on his own imaginative and cognitive world , \u2026\u201d<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Poetry, for Kofi Awoonor is the magic of the word in the true poetic sense.\u00a0 \u201c The\u00a0 magical and mysterious relationship defining only the very simple and the mundane have beyond time and place, their anchorage in words. Our people say the mouth that eats salt cannot utter falsehood. For the mouth is the source of sacred words, of oaths, promises, prayer, and assertions of our being, presence, affirmation. This is the source of my poetry, the origin of my commitment ..\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In the clash between traditional and Western, Awoonor chose the middle ground, as he saw a possibility somewhere between those two positions. In Breast of the Earth, he says: \u201cThose who call for a total Europeanization of Africa are calling for cultural suicide. Those who are asking for a pure and pristine journey into the past are dreamers who must wake up.\u201d<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">He came into contact with Kwame Nkrumah during his stint at the Institute of Africa Studies, Ghana Legon, specializing in oral poetry and very strongly influenced by his Africanist ideologies. Nkrumah insisted that they: stimulate the birth of a specifically African literature, which, exploring African themes and the depth of the African soul, will become an integral portion of a general world literature. Not an appendage of world literatur.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0List of works<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n\r\n<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong>Poetry<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\nRediscovery and Other Poems (1964)\r\n\r\nNight of My Blood (1971)\r\n\r\nRide Me, Memory (1973)\r\n\r\nGuardians of the Sacred Word (1974)\r\n\r\nThe House by the Sea (1978)\r\n\r\nUntil the Morning After (1987)\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Latin American and Caribbean Notebook, poetry, 1992.<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The Promise of Hope: New and Selected Poems (2014)<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Novels<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\nThis Earth, My Brother (1971)\r\n\r\nComes the Voyager at Last (1992)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong><em>Non-fiction<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The Breast of the Earth: A Survey of the History, Culture, and Literature of Africa South of the Sahara (1975)<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nGhana: A Political History from Pre-European to Modern Times (1990)\r\n\r\nThe African Predicament: Collection of Essays (2006).\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<strong>Plays<\/strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThe Ancestral Power (1972)\r\n\r\nLament (1972)\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0Themes informing Kofi\u2019s writings<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li>Kofi\u2019s writings touched on a variety of topics that were of prime concern to Africa - slave trade, colonialism, the personality of the educated African, and the corruptions in African politics.<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Orality is another vital aspect of Kofi\u2019s works and his works validate the fact that African oral forms have the grace and power of rhetoric or poetic authority.<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Hope and the search for a new tomorrow in post colonial Africa stuck with its bitter colonial past, is yet another concern of Kofi.<\/li>\r\n \t<li>a search for a synthesis of Western values and technology with the basically humanistic African culture, marks Kofi\u2019s writing.<\/li>\r\n \t<li>thematically call on Africans to uphold African traditional culture as the realm from which to rediscover the African personality, the African sense of being, and knowledge.<\/li>\r\n \t<li>the painful experience of exile and longing<\/li>\r\n \t<li>his fascinating dance with the prospect of death that began with the tactile and violent possibilities that haunted him during his time in prison.<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong>3\u00a0 0 .\u00a0 In this segment, we take a closer look at four of Kofi\u2019s poems - Revolution,\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Harlem on a Winter Night, Weaver Bird, Across a New Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Revolution, <\/em>from the volume <em>House by the Sea <\/em>(1978), was written during the poet\u2019s imprisonment in Ussher Fort Prison. Accra. Kofi\u2019s more passionate engagement in politics marks these poems.<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Harlem on a Winter Night<\/em>, from <em>Ride me, Memory <\/em>(1973), is one among other poems of Kofi on his experiences in the United States.<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Weaver Bird<\/em>, from <em>Rediscovery and Other Poems <\/em>( 1964). One of his most anthologized poems and the most popular Like Chinua Achebe\u2019s <em>Things Fall Apart<\/em>,\u00a0 it tells the story of the Western colonial subjugation of Africa and its\u2019 people.<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Across a New Dawn <\/em>from <em>Herding the Lost Lambs <\/em>(2013)Hope for a new beginning is an important aspect of Kofi\u2019s writing.<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n<strong>3 1 REVOLUTION<\/strong>\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We must use our brains for it is better to die<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>than lie awake however is the mind bare the hungry people, <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the army of beggars and<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the soldiers with shooting and swagger sticks.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Why must we be afraid of cannons and rains?<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For death by any means is Death.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>But our death must be Birth,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>a trip to the blossoming of fruit trees overabundance of rice,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the overweight of the plantain the eternal season of fish,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>is the building of roads, schools, hospitals, homes for<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the aged, orphanages for love children and love.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For then we shall have died As heroes,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">Only then.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>Critical Notes on <em>Revolution<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Kofi Awoonor returned in 1975 after an eight-year exile which was mostly in the United States to teach at the University of Ghana. Shortly afterwards, he was arrested on a charge of aiding someone accused of involvement in an attempt to overthrow the military government, the Acheampong regime. He was arrested on 31 December and detained in Ussher Fort Prison for months without trial for his collusion to subvert this regime. A number of human rights organizations based in the U.S. protested in strongest terms and interceded on his behalf that included Amnesty International, P.E.N International and \u2018The Committee to Free Kofi\u2019 based at Stony Brook, Long Island. From his prison experiences emerged a fine\u00a0 volume of poems, <em>The House by the Sea <\/em>(1978), as Ussher Fort Prison was located by the sea. Divided into two segments, the first part is titled, \u2018Before the Journey.\u2019 Part Two is titled, Homecoming\u2026 Poems from Prison and consists of 19 poems.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">After his release from prison in 1976, Awoonor became more and more entwined with Ghanaian politics and government. According to Kofi Anyidoho, his twin brother, writer and academic, Kofi was passionate about what he called the <em>\u201cdistresses\u201d <\/em>of his country and \u201c<em>the chicanery of politics and the men who indulge in them<\/em>.\u201d Most of the prison poems speak of the torture and morbid descriptions that are characteristic of prison life.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In one of the poems<em>, Revolution: A Chat with Ho Chi Minh\u2019s Ghost<\/em>, he has a virtual conversation with the erstwhile Chinese revolutionary and freedom fighter who tells him that the most precious gifts are independence and liberty. When Awoonor returned from his sojourn in the United States, he found Ghana under a dictatorial rule. Most African states were under authoritarian rule, corruption, nepotism in the post independence era as African leaders turned increasingly despotic and by the 80s, there was widespread discontent and disillusionment in all of Africa. What was worse is African leaders turned to the West for more and more aid pushing Africa into the dependency groove and reducing it to a mere satellite of the West. The first few lines of <em>Revolution, <\/em>depict the poet\u2019s dissatisfaction at the current state of things in his country and will even give up is life in the quest for transformation and a free society.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor\u2019s response to Minh\u2019s Ghost is a clear indication of how annoyed he is at the fact that his people are oppressed under autocracy. \u201cnothing can be more precious than a full life infinite use of our capacity and the ability to hope and dream, and be ourselves\u201d.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Cruelty inflicted on the inmates of the jail are mentioned in quite a few poems: The jail is \u201cThe citadel of premeditated madness\u201d and one must visit a jail in order to get the best sleep.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201cTime is not measured by the hourglass. But by the rivulets of blood <em>(On Being Told of Torture <\/em>163). Defiance against the jail authorities simply meant more physical torture to the inmates but the poet is willing to endure any amount of pain to bring about change: \u201cIn a prison yard they crushed the petals of our being.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>Even though our bones crunch <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>Our spirits will not break<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>until we make a<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>reckoning in the red bright book<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>of history.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0( On Being Told of Torture <\/em>, 163)<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Undeterred, Kofi, seems unafraid of death. Death, according to him should lead to a new birth. The old order should yield to new Africa where its people have plenty food and happiness and the necessary infrastructure. A life unexamined is not worth living. His critical outlook towards African society is unmistakable, when he speaks of the time when there will be an abundance of food, infrastructure and basic necessities for all. He chastises his fellow beings for looking for outside help to solve their problems:<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Why must we\u00a0 think Others will lead our horses Herd our sheep<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">And feed our people? (<em>To Feed Our People <\/em>14 )<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The time spent within the locked-doors of Ussher Fort Prison, seems to have given him a totally new perspective of the world at large and to look inward as well. Most poems were written on toilet paper and smuggled out. The locked-up door of the Slave fort of Ussher and the vast expansive sea with sea-gulls in flight is a persistent image to suggest the poet\u2019s curtailment of liberty and freedom. While in jail, he is highly sensitive to the happenings around him, like the Soweto riots of South Africa in the poem<em>, The Wayfarer Comes Home.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">The place is by the sea<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">At night you recall it all<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">While the door is locked.\u00a0 \u00a0<em>The Place<\/em>, 176<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div><strong>\u00a0HARLEM ON A WINTER NIGHT<\/strong><\/div>\r\n<div><\/div>\r\n<div>Huddled pavements, dark,\u00a0<em>the lonely wail of a police-siren\u00a0<\/em><em>moving stealthily across gray alleys of anonymity asking for food either\u00a0<\/em><em>as plasma in hospital jars escaping fires in tenements grown cold and bitter\u00a0<\/em><em>seeking food in community garbage cans to escape its eternal nightmare.<\/em><\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Harlem, the dark dirge of America heard at evening\u00a0<\/em><em>mean alleyways of poverty dispossession, early death\u00a0<\/em><em>in jammed doorways and creaking elevators, glaring defeat in the morning\u00a0<\/em><em>of this beautiful beautiful America.<\/em><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<div>\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n<strong>\u00a0Critical notes on Harlem on a WinterNight<\/strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor\u2019s poetic career took off from the Ewe oral tradition, but did not end there. There were points of departure, to other places, other people, and other times, though there is almost always in his poems a return to his primal origins and sources of inspiration (<em>Dictionary of Literary Biography <\/em>112). The evocation of sad and realistic images in \u2018Harlem on a Winter Night, from the collection <em>Ride Me, Memory <\/em>(1973), are recreated from his previous travels\u00a0 to the United States and some of the poems are America, Sketches of Long Island, etc.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u2018Harlem\u2019 is \u2018the dark dirge of beautiful America as perceived by the outside world just like an ugly wart on a flawless, unblemished skin. Harlem, the political and cultural capital of Black America reminds us of the dark chapter in American history \u2013 the racial segregation and repression of Blacks for centuries in the south and which subsequently led to the Civil War. \u2018Harlem,\u2019 a neighbourhood in New York, a major hub of the African American community, is indeed a symbol of oppression, of the marginalized and the dispossessed, rampant poverty and violence. Harlem was also the epicenter of the Harlem Renaissance, a major creative explosion in music, literature, and art that occurred during the 1910s and 1920s, Several African Americans sought refuge in Harlem from the frequent discrimination\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: justify;font-size: 1em\">they faced in other parts of the country resulting in a seventy per cent Black population by 1930; when millions of blacks moved north due to poor conditions in the South and known as the Great Migration. The 1970s is considered the worst time in Harlem's history as poverty was an all time high and lack of basic infrastructure. Jobs were scarce and a proliferation of crime .The Harlem Renaissance is the source of the black culture that we see today.<\/span><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor through a series of bleak, dismal and sordid imagery is able to successfully convey the economically and socially disadvantaged life of the Blacks like scores of other African American writers have done in the past. The Blacks are huddled together,like a group of animals and the only sound on the dull winter night is the police siren wailing, suggesting vigil and a rise in the crime rate. The Blacks lack an entity and identity and hence they are reduced to \u2018anonymity\u2019 and their living conditions are deplorable and pathetic too. \u2018Creaking elevators\u2019 and \u2018jammed doors\u2019 suggest the lack of decent infrastructure. Overall, Harlem is America\u2019s \u2018glaring defeat\u2019 though to the outside world America is the most successful nation and leads the world in the global hegemony. Harlem is an indication of the spirit of intolerance and non inclusiveness of the Blacks, subjected to racial segregation for centuries. The grey and dark colours of Harlem where arms beg for food and hands grope in communal dustbins is an \u2018eternal nightmare\u2019 and absolutely \u2018mean\u2019 and unfair when the entire America is considered so beautiful and bright on a sunny morning whereas Harlem is equated to a dark winter evening, like a sad song. .<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">African American poet and playwright Langston Hughes\u2019 poem, on \u2018Harlem\u2019 (1951), two decades earlier where he discusses the social and political marginalization of African Americans who do not even possess rights to dream. \u201cWhat happens to a dream deferred?\u201d is how the poem begins and he continues to evoke several imagery suggestive of the dreams of the Blacks which are\u00a0 \u201c drying up, festering, stinking,\u00a0 crusting over, or, finally, exploding.\u201d If African Americans dared to dream, their plans would only end up rotting or even exploding.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">\u201cDoes it dry up<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">like a raisin in the sun?<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Or fester like a sore\u2014<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">And then run?<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Does it stink like rotten meat?<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Or crust and sugar over\u2014<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">like a syrupy sweet?\u00a0 \u00a0\u201c (Harlem, Langston Hughes)<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Rashidah Ismaili Abubakr, is an African poet, playwright, essayist and short story writer\u00a0 who has lived in Harlem all her life and she mentions how as an African, Muslim woman life was in the 60s, in her book, <em>Autobiography of the Lower East Side<\/em>, (2014). \u201cThese were the \u201960s, .. Black women had to understand their manly needs, walk ten paces behind, submit to male authority\u2026 Most of all we were to remain unconditionally loyal to the Black man and never, under any circumstance, be seen in intimate association with a White man. This, of course, was in stark contrast to the behavior of almost all of the men I knew\u2013excuse me, brothers\u2013who had not a single \u201csignificant other\u201d but several White women as lovers and\u00a0 wives.<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0THE WEAVER BIRD<\/strong><\/p>\r\n<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The weaver bird built in our house<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> And laid its eggs on our only tree. <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We did not want to send it away. <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We watched the building of the nest<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> And supervised the egg-laying.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner. <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Preaching salvation to us that owned the house.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>They say it came from the west<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls, <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> Its sermon is the divination of ourselves<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And our new horizon limits at its nest.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communications.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> We look for new homes every day,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For new altars we strive to rebuild<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The old shrines defiled by the weaver\u2019s excrement.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n<strong>Critical notes on Weaver Bird<\/strong>\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Weaver Bird, Cathedral, <\/em>and <em>Easter Dawn <\/em>can be broadly categorized as Awoonor\u2019s religious poems. A pungent satire on the colonialists\u2019 intervention into his country,\u00a0 Awoonor, in the poem, <em>Weaver Bird<\/em>, uses the weaver bird as a metaphor to describe the colonialists\u2019 subjugation of the indigenous culture, beliefs and practices, and their domination. It appears that the weaver bird came from the far West;<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\u201cThey say it came from the west\r\n\r\nWhere the storms at sea had felled the gulls,\r\n\r\nAnd the fishers dried their nets by lantern light.\u201d\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The weaver initially tries to build a temporary nest for itself but within the next few lines, the bird behaves like the owner of the land and its inhabitants and is: \u201cPreaching salvation to us that owned the house\u201d. Just like the various colonialists\u2019 who came as guests to the various regions in Africa but later owned not only the land but also colonized the psyche of the natives. The European missionaries and the geographer-explorers who came to the African continent too did the same. They \u2018othered\u2019 Africans as uncivilized and saw them as savages and believed that they had to civilize the native Africans and only the West could offer them salvation.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">This fact is beautifully summed up in the poem and reminds us of the stereotypical novels like Joseph Conrad\u2019s <em>Heart of Darkness. <\/em>The bird had also defiled and desanctified the immediate surroundings with its excrement. The colonial powers in Africa too denounced indigenous cultures and civilizations superimposing their ideologies and institutions and now he pleads with his people to come out of the spell of western civilization and rebuild an \u2018African personality\u2019.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\u201cWe look for new homes every day, For new altars we strive to rebuild\u201d\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor is also critical of his own people as well in letting the colonialists\u2019 to enter their territory and allow them to dominate and exploit them. Somali author Nuruddin Farah too is extremely critical of the Somalis in leading their country to disaster and takes every opportunity through his writings to lay the blame squarely on his people for not leading the way and for their lack of dreams and aspirations. <em>The Weaver Bird <\/em>and <em>Cathedral <\/em>described as \u2018 A huge senseless cathedral of doom\u2019 are poems that demonstrate the poet\u2019s serious indictment of the Western civilization and culture especially Christianity which they bequeathed to the indigenous population. \u2018Excrement\u2019 again suggests Awoonor\u2019s profound\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">hate and dislike of the beliefs and practices of the West which obliterated the indigenous way of life.<\/span><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201cIn the image of the weaver bird, notorious for its colonizing crusades, Europe\u2019s presence in African is sketched in sharp outline as a sinister despoiler of homesteads and sacred grounds.\u201d (DLB 82). Africa realizes the tragic error or blunder only when the weaver returns in the guise of the owner.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<div>\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n<strong>ACROSS A NEWDAWN<\/strong>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Sometimes, we read the <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>lines in the<\/em><em style=\"text-align: initial;text-indent: 1em;font-size: 1em\">green leaf <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em style=\"text-align: initial;text-indent: 1em;font-size: 1em\">run our fingers over the<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>smooth of the precious wood<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> from our ancient trees;<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Sometimes, even the sunset <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Puzzles, as we look<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>for the lines that propel the clouds,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the colour scheme<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">with the multiple designs<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">that the first artist put together<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">There is dancing in the streets again<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">the laughter of children rings<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">through the house<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">On the seaside, the ruins recent<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">from the latest storms<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">remind of ancestral wealth<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">pillaged purloined pawned<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">by an unthinking grandfather<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">who lived the life of a lord<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">and drove coming generations to despair and ruin<\/span><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">But who says our time is up<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">that the box maker and the digger<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">are in conference<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">or that the preachers have aired their robes<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and the choir and the drummers<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">are in rehearsal?<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>No; where the worm eats <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>A grain grows,<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The consultant deities<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> have measured the time <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>with long-wined <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>arguments of eternity<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And death, when he comes<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> to the door with his own<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> inimitable calling card <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>shall find a homestead<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>resurrected with laughter<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> and dance and the festival of the meat<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of the young lamb and the red porridge <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of the new corn<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>we are the celebrants<\/em><\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>whose fields were <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>overturn by rogues<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>and other bad men who <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>interrupted our dance<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>with obscene songs and bad gestures<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Someone said an ailing fish <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Swam up our lagoon<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Seeking a place to lay its load<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>In consonance with the Original Plan<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Master, if you can be the oarsman<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> for our boat<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>please do it, do it.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> I asked you before <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>once upon a shore <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>at home, where the<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>seafront has narrowed<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>to the brief space of childhood<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We welcome the travelers <\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>come home on the new boat<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> fresh from the upright tree.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"margin-top: 11.15pt\"><strong>Critical notes on Across a New Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The poem, <em>Across a New Dawn<\/em>, is a classical example of Awoonor\u2019s steadfast hope for a new dawn, a new beginning. All hope is not lost for Africa and Africans, looted and exploited in every sense of the term \u2013 \u201cancestral wealth pillaged purloined pawned\u201d.<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">This calamitous colonial interlude was made possible by his own unthinking people whom he rebukes as, \u201c an unthinking grandfather who lived the life of a lord and drove coming generations to despair and ruin.\u201d<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Africans have been vulnerable and the colonialist chapter has led to so many faultlines by carving Africa into states and nations, to suit their convenience which has led and is still leading and fuelling ethnic hatred and genocide. Somalia, has been dubbed as a failed state since 1993, as it could never function as a sovereign state having superimposed a\u00a0 Westphalian state model upon decentralized pastoral region. The Rwandan genocide is yet another violent chapter in Africa\u2019s history. There are more and more examples till date. The damage done by the Western colonialists is expressed in the poem thus:<\/p>\r\n\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">\u201c\u2026whose fields were<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">overturn by rogues<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">and other bad men who<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">interrupted our dance<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">with obscene songs and bad gestures\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Yet, the poet provides positive images despite the many setbacks suffered by the continent and assault by foreign powers. \u2018The promise of hope,\u2019 is obviously there in the imagery:<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n\u201c where the worm eats A grain grows,..\u201d\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The poet resists Death once again like in the prison verses. Here he says there is much to be done, unfinished tasks and duties. Box maker digger, preacher, choir and drummers are all symbols of death and funeral. There is no death or dying in Africa, as Africa has to move forward after being oppressed and pushed to servitude by their foreign masters. The poet\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">looks forward to re(brith) and re(generation) after years of violent histories and geographies in his country.<\/span><\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">\u201cBut who says our time is up<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">that the box maker and the digger<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">are in conference<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">or that the preachers have aired their<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">robes and the choir and the drummers<\/p>\r\n<p class=\"no-indent\">are in rehearsal?\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">According to Kofi Anyidoho, \u201c We hold our breath as the poet looks across a new dawn and introduces us to Death holding out his own \u2018inimitable calling card\u2019 only to be ushered into\u201d (32, Retrospect, The Promise of Hope).<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201c\u2026 a homestead resurrected with laughter and dance and the festival of the meat of the young lamb and the red porridge of the new corn\u201d<\/p>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor has always strived very hard to write about the ultimate victory over sorry especially in the death and resurrection of Hope through various creative transformations and adaptations. (32 Ibid). <em>Across a New Dawn <\/em>is Awoonor\u2019s promise of hope.<\/p>\r\n\r\n<table>\r\n<tbody>\r\n<tr>\r\n<td><strong>you can view video on Kofi Awoonor<\/strong><\/td>\r\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/EoKUqSp9Ics\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img class=\"alignnone wp-image-120\" src=\"http:\/\/epgpbooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/download.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"36\" height=\"36\" \/><\/a><\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n<div>\r\n\r\n<strong>References<\/strong>\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Anyidoho, Kofi. (ed.), <em>The Promise of Hope: New and Selected Poems, 1964-2013<\/em>. Lincoln\/ University of Nebraska Press, 2014.<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Cole,\u00a0 Teju.\u00a0 \u201cLetter\u00a0 from\u00a0 Nairobi:\u00a0 I\u00a0 will\u00a0 say\u00a0 it\u00a0 before Death comes.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <em>The New Yorker<\/em>. September 26, 2013<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">&lt;http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/books\/page-turner\/letter-from-nairobi-i-will-say-it-before- death-comes&gt;<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Tucker, Martin. \u201cKofi Awoonor\u2019s Prison. <em>WorldView<\/em>, November 1979: 22-24<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Tucker, Martin. \u201cKofi Awoonor: Restraint and Release. <em>English in Africa<\/em>.\u201d JSTOR. Vol. 6, No. 1 (1979): 46-51<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">George\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Kofi\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Awoonor\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Williams,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <em>The\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Encyclopedia\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Britannica<\/em>.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 3-25-2014 . https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/biography\/Kofi-Awoonor&gt;<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Duoda, Cameron. \u201cProfessor Kofi Awoonor: Poet and novelist whose work fused the traditional and the modern.\u201d http:\/\/www.independent.co.uk\/news\/obituaries\/professor-kofi- awoonor-poet-and-novelist-whose-work-fused-the-traditional-and-the-modern- 8837363.html<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Innes, Lyn. <strong>\u201c <\/strong>Kofi Awoonor Obituary.\u201d <em>The Guardian<\/em>. 23 September 2013.<\/li>\r\n \t<li style=\"text-align: justify\">&lt; https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/world\/2013\/sep\/23\/kofi-awoonor.&gt;<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<\/div>","rendered":"<div><span style=\"float: right\"><a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/EoKUqSp9Ics\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/epgpbooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/download.png\" alt=\"epgp books\" width=\"41\" height=\"41\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>Introduction\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">These are the courageous words of poet, novelist, academic, diplomat, statesman, and an intellectual-visionary, the Ghanaian Kofi Awoonor, who at 78 was killed along with several others in a terrorist attack at the Westgate Mall, in Nairobi, Kenya, on 21st September 2013. Awoonor was attending the 4-day Storymoja Hay Festival and had a poetry performance in the afternoon session of that ill-fated day when news of the blast reached the conference organizers and his absence only confirmed their suspicions. His body was identified and sent to Ghana for cremation and a state funeral.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">At the festival of letters, it appeared as if he prophesied his own death. He is supposed to have quoted his ancestor\u2019 according to writer Teju Cole in his \u201cLetter from Nairobi,\u201d \u201cI have something to say. I will say it before death comes. And if I don\u2019t say it, let no one say it for me. I will be the one who will say it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Some of the glowing tributes paid to him in recognition of his substantial contribution to African literature, politics and culture bear testimony to his lifetime achievement and the respect he earned worldwide for his commitment towards art and literature. From the 60s until his death, he was ardently involved\u00a0 in literature and the arts but from the 80s to the\u00a0 90s, he got passionately involved in contemporary politics and his literary works \u201creflect a life-time engagement in literature and politics, which are his two prime passions.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">His death left some kind of anger in Nobel Laureate, Professor Wole Soyinka who simply said, \u201cRage, rage, and rage is all I feel\u201d. Mr. Tunde Fagbenle, essayist and columnist for <em>The Punch <\/em>said, For someone like Kofi who sought a better world in his verses, it is shameful that he been so cruelly silenced. Maxim Uzoatu, poet and essayist, said Awoonor can never be written about in the past tense.\u201cHe is an ever present ancestor. His immortal poem, \u201cSongs of Sorrow,\u201d is a classic in excelsis . His novel, \u201d<em>This Earth, My Brother<\/em>\u201d, is an existential tour de force. Not even death can kill Kofi Awoonor, let alone the moronic mullahs of terror.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 1em\">\u00a0Kofi Awoonor \u2013 details of his place of birth, education, first involvement into politics<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">George Awoonor-Williams (name changed to Henoga Kofi later as he wanted to remove the Anglicized tag), was born on March 13, 1935, in Weta, Ghana, and educated at Achimota School. Awoonor literally grew up on the lap of his grandmother, a traditional singer of dirges or songs of lament in the Ewe culture, where people burst into song during sad and joyous occasions. Influenced greatly by the poetic traditions of his native Ewe and contemporary and religious symbolism, he employed these to depict Africa during decolonization and his early works suggest a strong influence of these indigenous poetic techniques and crafts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor studied literature at the University of London, and during his stay in England, he wrote several radio plays for the British Broadcasting Corporation. He spent the early 1970s in the United States, studying and teaching at various universities in the United States. He earned an M.A. and later (in 1973) a Ph.D. in comparative literature at Stony Brook. While writing about Ghana\u2019s cultural erosion and heritage, he resorted to the traditional lamentation mode for which his poetry gained recognition far and wide. .<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">He proceeded to the University of Ghana where he taught African literature. He wrote his first poetry book, <em>Rediscovery<\/em>, during his teaching stint at the University of Ghana. Published in 1964, the book, like most of his works, is based on African oral poetry. While in the USA, he wrote his experimental novel, <em>This Earth, My Brother, <\/em>and <em>My Blood<\/em>. In 1975,\u00a0 he returned to Ghana as head of the English department at the University of Gold Coast. Within a few months, he was arrested for helping a soldier accused of plotting to overthrow the military government and was imprisoned without trial but released later. One of Awoonor\u2019s celebrated collections of poems, <em>The House by the Sea, <\/em>focuses on his experiences in jail.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The prison experiences sharpened his political sensibilities further and Awoonor veered into politics which influenced him to write mostly non \u2013fictional works like Ghana: A Political History from Pre-European to Modern Times (1990) and The African Predicament: Collection of Essays (2006). From 1990 to 1994, he was Ghana\u2019s Permanent Representative to the United Nations, where he headed the committee against apartheid. He was also a former Chairman of the Council of State.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong>2 0 The Genesis of\u00a0 Awoonor\u2019s Artistic and Creative Endeavour \u2013 Kofi\u2019s perspectives on the role of a writer\/artist, definitions of poetry, and the merging of the traditional and the modern<\/strong><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Like most African writers, to Awoonor too, writing is part of his deep commitment to society and to put in his own words: \u201cA writer is primarily a member of his own society and<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u2026 there is no time when he cannot be committed to ending the sufferings of his own people\u2026For where does art and culture stop and the business of life and survival begin?\u201d (Martin Tucker 24). Similarly, he felt strongly that a literary scholar or poet should be involved in politics as African politics is constructed from a socio-cultural base.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In \u201cTradition and Continuity in African Literature,\u201d Kofi defines the role of an artist who is both a technician and a visionary. There is no division between the two roles for him. His technical competence enables him to select and utilize material: words, wood, raffia, or whatever, which in themselves carry a spirituality or an innate essence. It is from here that the transformation into the visionary realm is primarily fed. Forms and motifs already exist in an assimilated time and world construct , and so he serves only as the instrument of transforming these into an artistic whole based on his own imaginative and cognitive world , \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Poetry, for Kofi Awoonor is the magic of the word in the true poetic sense.\u00a0 \u201c The\u00a0 magical and mysterious relationship defining only the very simple and the mundane have beyond time and place, their anchorage in words. Our people say the mouth that eats salt cannot utter falsehood. For the mouth is the source of sacred words, of oaths, promises, prayer, and assertions of our being, presence, affirmation. This is the source of my poetry, the origin of my commitment ..\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In the clash between traditional and Western, Awoonor chose the middle ground, as he saw a possibility somewhere between those two positions. In Breast of the Earth, he says: \u201cThose who call for a total Europeanization of Africa are calling for cultural suicide. Those who are asking for a pure and pristine journey into the past are dreamers who must wake up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">He came into contact with Kwame Nkrumah during his stint at the Institute of Africa Studies, Ghana Legon, specializing in oral poetry and very strongly influenced by his Africanist ideologies. Nkrumah insisted that they: stimulate the birth of a specifically African literature, which, exploring African themes and the depth of the African soul, will become an integral portion of a general world literature. Not an appendage of world literatur.<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0List of works<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Poetry<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Rediscovery and Other Poems (1964)<\/p>\n<p>Night of My Blood (1971)<\/p>\n<p>Ride Me, Memory (1973)<\/p>\n<p>Guardians of the Sacred Word (1974)<\/p>\n<p>The House by the Sea (1978)<\/p>\n<p>Until the Morning After (1987)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Latin American and Caribbean Notebook, poetry, 1992.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The Promise of Hope: New and Selected Poems (2014)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Novels<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This Earth, My Brother (1971)<\/p>\n<p>Comes the Voyager at Last (1992)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Non-fiction<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The Breast of the Earth: A Survey of the History, Culture, and Literature of Africa South of the Sahara (1975)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ghana: A Political History from Pre-European to Modern Times (1990)<\/p>\n<p>The African Predicament: Collection of Essays (2006).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Plays<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Ancestral Power (1972)<\/p>\n<p>Lament (1972)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0Themes informing Kofi\u2019s writings<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Kofi\u2019s writings touched on a variety of topics that were of prime concern to Africa &#8211; slave trade, colonialism, the personality of the educated African, and the corruptions in African politics.<\/li>\n<li>Orality is another vital aspect of Kofi\u2019s works and his works validate the fact that African oral forms have the grace and power of rhetoric or poetic authority.<\/li>\n<li>Hope and the search for a new tomorrow in post colonial Africa stuck with its bitter colonial past, is yet another concern of Kofi.<\/li>\n<li>a search for a synthesis of Western values and technology with the basically humanistic African culture, marks Kofi\u2019s writing.<\/li>\n<li>thematically call on Africans to uphold African traditional culture as the realm from which to rediscover the African personality, the African sense of being, and knowledge.<\/li>\n<li>the painful experience of exile and longing<\/li>\n<li>his fascinating dance with the prospect of death that began with the tactile and violent possibilities that haunted him during his time in prison.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><strong>3\u00a0 0 .\u00a0 In this segment, we take a closer look at four of Kofi\u2019s poems &#8211; Revolution,\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Harlem on a Winter Night, Weaver Bird, Across a New Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Revolution, <\/em>from the volume <em>House by the Sea <\/em>(1978), was written during the poet\u2019s imprisonment in Ussher Fort Prison. Accra. Kofi\u2019s more passionate engagement in politics marks these poems.<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Harlem on a Winter Night<\/em>, from <em>Ride me, Memory <\/em>(1973), is one among other poems of Kofi on his experiences in the United States.<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Weaver Bird<\/em>, from <em>Rediscovery and Other Poems <\/em>( 1964). One of his most anthologized poems and the most popular Like Chinua Achebe\u2019s <em>Things Fall Apart<\/em>,\u00a0 it tells the story of the Western colonial subjugation of Africa and its\u2019 people.<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Across a New Dawn <\/em>from <em>Herding the Lost Lambs <\/em>(2013)Hope for a new beginning is an important aspect of Kofi\u2019s writing.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<div>\n<p><strong>3 1 REVOLUTION<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We must use our brains for it is better to die<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>than lie awake however is the mind bare the hungry people, <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the army of beggars and<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the soldiers with shooting and swagger sticks.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Why must we be afraid of cannons and rains?<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For death by any means is Death.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>But our death must be Birth,<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>a trip to the blossoming of fruit trees overabundance of rice,<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the overweight of the plantain the eternal season of fish,<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>is the building of roads, schools, hospitals, homes for<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the aged, orphanages for love children and love.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For then we shall have died As heroes,<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">Only then.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>Critical Notes on <em>Revolution<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Kofi Awoonor returned in 1975 after an eight-year exile which was mostly in the United States to teach at the University of Ghana. Shortly afterwards, he was arrested on a charge of aiding someone accused of involvement in an attempt to overthrow the military government, the Acheampong regime. He was arrested on 31 December and detained in Ussher Fort Prison for months without trial for his collusion to subvert this regime. A number of human rights organizations based in the U.S. protested in strongest terms and interceded on his behalf that included Amnesty International, P.E.N International and \u2018The Committee to Free Kofi\u2019 based at Stony Brook, Long Island. From his prison experiences emerged a fine\u00a0 volume of poems, <em>The House by the Sea <\/em>(1978), as Ussher Fort Prison was located by the sea. Divided into two segments, the first part is titled, \u2018Before the Journey.\u2019 Part Two is titled, Homecoming\u2026 Poems from Prison and consists of 19 poems.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">After his release from prison in 1976, Awoonor became more and more entwined with Ghanaian politics and government. According to Kofi Anyidoho, his twin brother, writer and academic, Kofi was passionate about what he called the <em>\u201cdistresses\u201d <\/em>of his country and \u201c<em>the chicanery of politics and the men who indulge in them<\/em>.\u201d Most of the prison poems speak of the torture and morbid descriptions that are characteristic of prison life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">In one of the poems<em>, Revolution: A Chat with Ho Chi Minh\u2019s Ghost<\/em>, he has a virtual conversation with the erstwhile Chinese revolutionary and freedom fighter who tells him that the most precious gifts are independence and liberty. When Awoonor returned from his sojourn in the United States, he found Ghana under a dictatorial rule. Most African states were under authoritarian rule, corruption, nepotism in the post independence era as African leaders turned increasingly despotic and by the 80s, there was widespread discontent and disillusionment in all of Africa. What was worse is African leaders turned to the West for more and more aid pushing Africa into the dependency groove and reducing it to a mere satellite of the West. The first few lines of <em>Revolution, <\/em>depict the poet\u2019s dissatisfaction at the current state of things in his country and will even give up is life in the quest for transformation and a free society.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor\u2019s response to Minh\u2019s Ghost is a clear indication of how annoyed he is at the fact that his people are oppressed under autocracy. \u201cnothing can be more precious than a full life infinite use of our capacity and the ability to hope and dream, and be ourselves\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Cruelty inflicted on the inmates of the jail are mentioned in quite a few poems: The jail is \u201cThe citadel of premeditated madness\u201d and one must visit a jail in order to get the best sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201cTime is not measured by the hourglass. But by the rivulets of blood <em>(On Being Told of Torture <\/em>163). Defiance against the jail authorities simply meant more physical torture to the inmates but the poet is willing to endure any amount of pain to bring about change: \u201cIn a prison yard they crushed the petals of our being.<\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>Even though our bones crunch <\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>Our spirits will not break<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>until we make a<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>reckoning in the red bright book<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><em>of history.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0( On Being Told of Torture <\/em>, 163)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Undeterred, Kofi, seems unafraid of death. Death, according to him should lead to a new birth. The old order should yield to new Africa where its people have plenty food and happiness and the necessary infrastructure. A life unexamined is not worth living. His critical outlook towards African society is unmistakable, when he speaks of the time when there will be an abundance of food, infrastructure and basic necessities for all. He chastises his fellow beings for looking for outside help to solve their problems:<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Why must we\u00a0 think Others will lead our horses Herd our sheep<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">And feed our people? (<em>To Feed Our People <\/em>14 )<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The time spent within the locked-doors of Ussher Fort Prison, seems to have given him a totally new perspective of the world at large and to look inward as well. Most poems were written on toilet paper and smuggled out. The locked-up door of the Slave fort of Ussher and the vast expansive sea with sea-gulls in flight is a persistent image to suggest the poet\u2019s curtailment of liberty and freedom. While in jail, he is highly sensitive to the happenings around him, like the Soweto riots of South Africa in the poem<em>, The Wayfarer Comes Home.<\/em><\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\">The place is by the sea<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">At night you recall it all<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">While the door is locked.\u00a0 \u00a0<em>The Place<\/em>, 176<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><strong>\u00a0HARLEM ON A WINTER NIGHT<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Huddled pavements, dark,\u00a0<em>the lonely wail of a police-siren\u00a0<\/em><em>moving stealthily across gray alleys of anonymity asking for food either\u00a0<\/em><em>as plasma in hospital jars escaping fires in tenements grown cold and bitter\u00a0<\/em><em>seeking food in community garbage cans to escape its eternal nightmare.<\/em><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Harlem, the dark dirge of America heard at evening\u00a0<\/em><em>mean alleyways of poverty dispossession, early death\u00a0<\/em><em>in jammed doorways and creaking elevators, glaring defeat in the morning\u00a0<\/em><em>of this beautiful beautiful America.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p><strong>\u00a0Critical notes on Harlem on a WinterNight<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor\u2019s poetic career took off from the Ewe oral tradition, but did not end there. There were points of departure, to other places, other people, and other times, though there is almost always in his poems a return to his primal origins and sources of inspiration (<em>Dictionary of Literary Biography <\/em>112). The evocation of sad and realistic images in \u2018Harlem on a Winter Night, from the collection <em>Ride Me, Memory <\/em>(1973), are recreated from his previous travels\u00a0 to the United States and some of the poems are America, Sketches of Long Island, etc.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u2018Harlem\u2019 is \u2018the dark dirge of beautiful America as perceived by the outside world just like an ugly wart on a flawless, unblemished skin. Harlem, the political and cultural capital of Black America reminds us of the dark chapter in American history \u2013 the racial segregation and repression of Blacks for centuries in the south and which subsequently led to the Civil War. \u2018Harlem,\u2019 a neighbourhood in New York, a major hub of the African American community, is indeed a symbol of oppression, of the marginalized and the dispossessed, rampant poverty and violence. Harlem was also the epicenter of the Harlem Renaissance, a major creative explosion in music, literature, and art that occurred during the 1910s and 1920s, Several African Americans sought refuge in Harlem from the frequent discrimination\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: justify;font-size: 1em\">they faced in other parts of the country resulting in a seventy per cent Black population by 1930; when millions of blacks moved north due to poor conditions in the South and known as the Great Migration. The 1970s is considered the worst time in Harlem&#8217;s history as poverty was an all time high and lack of basic infrastructure. Jobs were scarce and a proliferation of crime .The Harlem Renaissance is the source of the black culture that we see today.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor through a series of bleak, dismal and sordid imagery is able to successfully convey the economically and socially disadvantaged life of the Blacks like scores of other African American writers have done in the past. The Blacks are huddled together,like a group of animals and the only sound on the dull winter night is the police siren wailing, suggesting vigil and a rise in the crime rate. The Blacks lack an entity and identity and hence they are reduced to \u2018anonymity\u2019 and their living conditions are deplorable and pathetic too. \u2018Creaking elevators\u2019 and \u2018jammed doors\u2019 suggest the lack of decent infrastructure. Overall, Harlem is America\u2019s \u2018glaring defeat\u2019 though to the outside world America is the most successful nation and leads the world in the global hegemony. Harlem is an indication of the spirit of intolerance and non inclusiveness of the Blacks, subjected to racial segregation for centuries. The grey and dark colours of Harlem where arms beg for food and hands grope in communal dustbins is an \u2018eternal nightmare\u2019 and absolutely \u2018mean\u2019 and unfair when the entire America is considered so beautiful and bright on a sunny morning whereas Harlem is equated to a dark winter evening, like a sad song. .<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">African American poet and playwright Langston Hughes\u2019 poem, on \u2018Harlem\u2019 (1951), two decades earlier where he discusses the social and political marginalization of African Americans who do not even possess rights to dream. \u201cWhat happens to a dream deferred?\u201d is how the poem begins and he continues to evoke several imagery suggestive of the dreams of the Blacks which are\u00a0 \u201c drying up, festering, stinking,\u00a0 crusting over, or, finally, exploding.\u201d If African Americans dared to dream, their plans would only end up rotting or even exploding.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\">\u201cDoes it dry up<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">like a raisin in the sun?<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Or fester like a sore\u2014<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">And then run?<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Does it stink like rotten meat?<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">Or crust and sugar over\u2014<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">like a syrupy sweet?\u00a0 \u00a0\u201c (Harlem, Langston Hughes)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Rashidah Ismaili Abubakr, is an African poet, playwright, essayist and short story writer\u00a0 who has lived in Harlem all her life and she mentions how as an African, Muslim woman life was in the 60s, in her book, <em>Autobiography of the Lower East Side<\/em>, (2014). \u201cThese were the \u201960s, .. Black women had to understand their manly needs, walk ten paces behind, submit to male authority\u2026 Most of all we were to remain unconditionally loyal to the Black man and never, under any circumstance, be seen in intimate association with a White man. This, of course, was in stark contrast to the behavior of almost all of the men I knew\u2013excuse me, brothers\u2013who had not a single \u201csignificant other\u201d but several White women as lovers and\u00a0 wives.<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\"><strong>\u00a0THE WEAVER BIRD<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The weaver bird built in our house<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> And laid its eggs on our only tree. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We did not want to send it away. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We watched the building of the nest<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> And supervised the egg-laying.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And the weaver returned in the guise of the owner. <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Preaching salvation to us that owned the house.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>They say it came from the west<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls, <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> Its sermon is the divination of ourselves<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And our new horizon limits at its nest.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>But we cannot join the prayers and answers of the communications.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> We look for new homes every day,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>For new altars we strive to rebuild<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The old shrines defiled by the weaver\u2019s excrement.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p><strong>Critical notes on Weaver Bird<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\"><em>Weaver Bird, Cathedral, <\/em>and <em>Easter Dawn <\/em>can be broadly categorized as Awoonor\u2019s religious poems. A pungent satire on the colonialists\u2019 intervention into his country,\u00a0 Awoonor, in the poem, <em>Weaver Bird<\/em>, uses the weaver bird as a metaphor to describe the colonialists\u2019 subjugation of the indigenous culture, beliefs and practices, and their domination. It appears that the weaver bird came from the far West;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey say it came from the west<\/p>\n<p>Where the storms at sea had felled the gulls,<\/p>\n<p>And the fishers dried their nets by lantern light.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The weaver initially tries to build a temporary nest for itself but within the next few lines, the bird behaves like the owner of the land and its inhabitants and is: \u201cPreaching salvation to us that owned the house\u201d. Just like the various colonialists\u2019 who came as guests to the various regions in Africa but later owned not only the land but also colonized the psyche of the natives. The European missionaries and the geographer-explorers who came to the African continent too did the same. They \u2018othered\u2019 Africans as uncivilized and saw them as savages and believed that they had to civilize the native Africans and only the West could offer them salvation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">This fact is beautifully summed up in the poem and reminds us of the stereotypical novels like Joseph Conrad\u2019s <em>Heart of Darkness. <\/em>The bird had also defiled and desanctified the immediate surroundings with its excrement. The colonial powers in Africa too denounced indigenous cultures and civilizations superimposing their ideologies and institutions and now he pleads with his people to come out of the spell of western civilization and rebuild an \u2018African personality\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe look for new homes every day, For new altars we strive to rebuild\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor is also critical of his own people as well in letting the colonialists\u2019 to enter their territory and allow them to dominate and exploit them. Somali author Nuruddin Farah too is extremely critical of the Somalis in leading their country to disaster and takes every opportunity through his writings to lay the blame squarely on his people for not leading the way and for their lack of dreams and aspirations. <em>The Weaver Bird <\/em>and <em>Cathedral <\/em>described as \u2018 A huge senseless cathedral of doom\u2019 are poems that demonstrate the poet\u2019s serious indictment of the Western civilization and culture especially Christianity which they bequeathed to the indigenous population. \u2018Excrement\u2019 again suggests Awoonor\u2019s profound\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">hate and dislike of the beliefs and practices of the West which obliterated the indigenous way of life.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201cIn the image of the weaver bird, notorious for its colonizing crusades, Europe\u2019s presence in African is sketched in sharp outline as a sinister despoiler of homesteads and sacred grounds.\u201d (DLB 82). Africa realizes the tragic error or blunder only when the weaver returns in the guise of the owner.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<div>\n<p><strong>ACROSS A NEWDAWN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Sometimes, we read the <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>lines in the<\/em><em style=\"text-align: initial;text-indent: 1em;font-size: 1em\">green leaf <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em style=\"text-align: initial;text-indent: 1em;font-size: 1em\">run our fingers over the<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>smooth of the precious wood<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> from our ancient trees;<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Sometimes, even the sunset <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Puzzles, as we look<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>for the lines that propel the clouds,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>the colour scheme<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">with the multiple designs<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">that the first artist put together<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">There is dancing in the streets again<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">the laughter of children rings<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">through the house<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">On the seaside, the ruins recent<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">from the latest storms<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">remind of ancestral wealth<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">pillaged purloined pawned<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">by an unthinking grandfather<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">who lived the life of a lord<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">and drove coming generations to despair and ruin<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">But who says our time is up<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">that the box maker and the digger<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">are in conference<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">or that the preachers have aired their robes<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and the choir and the drummers<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">are in rehearsal?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>No; where the worm eats <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>A grain grows,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>The consultant deities<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> have measured the time <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>with long-wined <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>arguments of eternity<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>And death, when he comes<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> to the door with his own<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> inimitable calling card <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>shall find a homestead<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>resurrected with laughter<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> and dance and the festival of the meat<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of the young lamb and the red porridge <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of the new corn<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>we are the celebrants<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>whose fields were <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>overturn by rogues<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>and other bad men who <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>interrupted our dance<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>with obscene songs and bad gestures<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Someone said an ailing fish <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Swam up our lagoon<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Seeking a place to lay its load<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>In consonance with the Original Plan<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Master, if you can be the oarsman<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> for our boat<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>please do it, do it.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> I asked you before <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>once upon a shore <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>at home, where the<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>seafront has narrowed<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>to the brief space of childhood<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>We welcome the travelers <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>come home on the new boat<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em> fresh from the upright tree.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"margin-top: 11.15pt\"><strong>Critical notes on Across a New Dawn<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The poem, <em>Across a New Dawn<\/em>, is a classical example of Awoonor\u2019s steadfast hope for a new dawn, a new beginning. All hope is not lost for Africa and Africans, looted and exploited in every sense of the term \u2013 \u201cancestral wealth pillaged purloined pawned\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">This calamitous colonial interlude was made possible by his own unthinking people whom he rebukes as, \u201c an unthinking grandfather who lived the life of a lord and drove coming generations to despair and ruin.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Africans have been vulnerable and the colonialist chapter has led to so many faultlines by carving Africa into states and nations, to suit their convenience which has led and is still leading and fuelling ethnic hatred and genocide. Somalia, has been dubbed as a failed state since 1993, as it could never function as a sovereign state having superimposed a\u00a0 Westphalian state model upon decentralized pastoral region. The Rwandan genocide is yet another violent chapter in Africa\u2019s history. There are more and more examples till date. The damage done by the Western colonialists is expressed in the poem thus:<\/p>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">\u201c\u2026whose fields were<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">overturn by rogues<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">and other bad men who<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">interrupted our dance<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\" style=\"text-align: left\">with obscene songs and bad gestures\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Yet, the poet provides positive images despite the many setbacks suffered by the continent and assault by foreign powers. \u2018The promise of hope,\u2019 is obviously there in the imagery:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201c where the worm eats A grain grows,..\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">The poet resists Death once again like in the prison verses. Here he says there is much to be done, unfinished tasks and duties. Box maker digger, preacher, choir and drummers are all symbols of death and funeral. There is no death or dying in Africa, as Africa has to move forward after being oppressed and pushed to servitude by their foreign masters. The poet\u00a0<span style=\"text-align: initial;font-size: 1em\">looks forward to re(brith) and re(generation) after years of violent histories and geographies in his country.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"textbox shaded\">\n<p class=\"no-indent\">\u201cBut who says our time is up<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">that the box maker and the digger<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">are in conference<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">or that the preachers have aired their<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">robes and the choir and the drummers<\/p>\n<p class=\"no-indent\">are in rehearsal?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">According to Kofi Anyidoho, \u201c We hold our breath as the poet looks across a new dawn and introduces us to Death holding out his own \u2018inimitable calling card\u2019 only to be ushered into\u201d (32, Retrospect, The Promise of Hope).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">\u201c\u2026 a homestead resurrected with laughter and dance and the festival of the meat of the young lamb and the red porridge of the new corn\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify\">Awoonor has always strived very hard to write about the ultimate victory over sorry especially in the death and resurrection of Hope through various creative transformations and adaptations. (32 Ibid). <em>Across a New Dawn <\/em>is Awoonor\u2019s promise of hope.<\/p>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>you can view video on Kofi Awoonor<\/strong><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/EoKUqSp9Ics\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-120\" src=\"http:\/\/epgpbooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/download.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"36\" height=\"36\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div>\n<p><strong>References<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Anyidoho, Kofi. (ed.), <em>The Promise of Hope: New and Selected Poems, 1964-2013<\/em>. Lincoln\/ University of Nebraska Press, 2014.<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Cole,\u00a0 Teju.\u00a0 \u201cLetter\u00a0 from\u00a0 Nairobi:\u00a0 I\u00a0 will\u00a0 say\u00a0 it\u00a0 before Death comes.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <em>The New Yorker<\/em>. September 26, 2013<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">&lt;http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/books\/page-turner\/letter-from-nairobi-i-will-say-it-before- death-comes&gt;<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Tucker, Martin. \u201cKofi Awoonor\u2019s Prison. <em>WorldView<\/em>, November 1979: 22-24<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Tucker, Martin. \u201cKofi Awoonor: Restraint and Release. <em>English in Africa<\/em>.\u201d JSTOR. Vol. 6, No. 1 (1979): 46-51<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">George\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Kofi\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Awoonor\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Williams,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <em>The\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Encyclopedia\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Britannica<\/em>.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 3-25-2014 . https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/biography\/Kofi-Awoonor&gt;<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Duoda, Cameron. \u201cProfessor Kofi Awoonor: Poet and novelist whose work fused the traditional and the modern.\u201d http:\/\/www.independent.co.uk\/news\/obituaries\/professor-kofi- awoonor-poet-and-novelist-whose-work-fused-the-traditional-and-the-modern- 8837363.html<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">Innes, Lyn. <strong>\u201c <\/strong>Kofi Awoonor Obituary.\u201d <em>The Guardian<\/em>. 23 September 2013.<\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: justify\">&lt; https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/world\/2013\/sep\/23\/kofi-awoonor.&gt;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"menu_order":23,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":["dr-g-geetha"],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[],"contributor":[62],"license":[],"class_list":["post-209","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","contributor-dr-g-geetha"],"part":3,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":347,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/209\/revisions\/347"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/3"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/209\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=209"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=209"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ebooks.inflibnet.ac.in\/engp06\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}