Literary genres in simplified ways help us to mitigate silence. What we can not say, we write. From everywhere around the world, we are faced with the enemy of humanity – humanity itself. Under its own construct, it proclaims hegemony, forgetting that that construct is just a product of the human agency. Whilst we were on break, we heard about the Ferguson shooting and many needless others in the US, the Charlie Hebdo shooting, the thousands who fell at Baga and the continuous assault of ISIL. Our collective response as a people to these atrocities, even more, exposed our attitudes to bodies as metaphors. We saw certain bodies as mournable; others as unmournable.
It is at juncture that our literary voices matter. It is here that we need to be bold to confront ourselves. Like the writers in this issue, our voices matter. We should speak against evil not because it relates to us but because it threatens our every existence as human beings. You will find in this issue many ways that these writers lead us to confront injustices, even as in, injustice of nostalgia as seen in ”Igloo”. Or, confronting the physical space, of what we know in ”Drawing For Survival”. Even, breaking verbal taboo in ” I Am Looking For A Wife” and ”Fatwa/Vendetta?” Here is the full issue:
1. I Am Looking For A Wife – Sena Kodjokuma
2. Drawing For Survival – Kwame Aidoo
3. Fatwa/ Vendetta? – Michael Aseidu-Siaw
4. Lucid – Seth Boss Kay
5. Igloo – Nikhil Nath
6.On Third Worldedness Verse 3 To Komla – Dr. Teddy Totimeh
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah & Aisha Nelson.
Today, we have come not to be led by the poet-cantor. We have come on this sacred journey to internalize the power of his poetry, and that that is the challenge of history. It is said that death is a monument on the social landscape. Coupled with its willing partner, dates, we are not only reminded that life is transient but also, we have to live until it comes. Once, the ancient Ewe poet-cantor, Akpalu said that (and we put it in our own words) – do not worry if death comes when the seats are all taken for; he brings his own. The deepening aesthetic of death is a synonym to life, they are twins actually. This respect is what we pay to the master-poet, Kofi Awoonor, a year on after his unfortunate passing.
There are people that we will never meet in person. There are people that we become familiar with because of the traces of themselves that they leave behind on sheets of papers. One of those who fall in that category for many of us is Kofi Awoonor. Yet, when we discover them, they become part of self and we want to carry on what they left behind.
‘’When the final night falls on us
as it fell upon our parents,
we shall retire to our modest home
that we have done our duty
by our people;
we met the challenge of history
and we were not afraid’’
– Kofi Awoonor, To Feed Our People
In the end, the poet will not be eternal; his voice will be. Poets are natives of everywhere and nowhere. We claim their words because they speak to us. They seek to map us. It is here that we succumb to the enormity of this task – life. We prowl history to discover the other cousins and to see the poetic borders of our evolutionary being, social function and a construction of identity. It is this call that tolls and invites a breed, poets/writers.
1. Awoonor’s Gone – Afya Kiss-iwaa Ocran
2. Elegy For A Bard – Rasaq Malik
3. Nkem, My Own – Atta Atta Brown
4. Four Poems – Afam Akeh
5. Taboo – Mawuli Adzei
6. A Song For Nyidevu For Afetsi who survived – Kofi Anyidoho
With Aisha Nelson
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah
Weta, Volta Region
21st, September, 2014
When I was a child, I read from some of the finest writers from the early generation of Ghanaian writers. I still have some of their books on my shelves. Many a time, I ask myself who the next generation of Ghanaian writers will be as I pass by those books. The question of whether Ghanaian writing is on the rise or fall is by now cliché. Mostly probably, what we have not done much in the last decade or so are to explore spaces for placing our creative works.
In continuing with the tradition established by Okyeame, Ntakra and other early Ghanaian literary journals, we hope this venture will not just be a memory but it will introduce a new generation of Ghanaian writers as we join the rest of the world for a literary communion.
In this issue, we present writers from different generations with different tastes for aesthetics and are from different countries. Darko Antwi captures the immediate scene to the death of Auntie Araba, a persona. She is not only leaving but she wants a better, peaceful home for those left behind. The young writer, Adelaide Aseidu writes a fascinating story about career choices. Here are what we present:
- The Last Words Of Auntie Araba – Darko Antwi
- Dirty Trip, Approved – Ben Nardolili
- In Wild Hunger – Joan McNerney
- The Truth – Steve Klepetar
- Wanderer’s Words – G. Edzordzi Agbozo
- I Saw Your Face Up There – Kyle Kacza
The People Who Write Questionnaire: Ayesha Haruna Attah with Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond
The Rustling Of Leaves – Adelaide Aseidu
Dreams Of Night – Kofi Takyi Asante
On Time – Achiro Patricia Olwoch
It is also worthy of mention that Aisha Nelson has joined us as a poetry editor and co-founder. Ehanom Review is now a monthly journal. We hope you will enjoy reading these works as much as we have enjoyed reading them. Let’s commune for yet another literary feast next month. Thank you and may God bless us all.
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah.