“We’re here for a reason.” I’ve heard
this assertion a number of times from different people and I agree that each of
us is in the world for a reason.
“Sometimes we are lucky to discover the
reason,” I think.
“We’re still lucky when we don’t
discover it. The important thing is that we use our talents; that we share; give
to others, to society,” I think.
I know that, “We are differently gifted
so we give back in different ways according to our talents and circumstances.”
As someone with the gift of writing in diverse
genres, I try to use my writing to represent the views of those whose voices
are hardly ever heard, and mine also. If we view the world from gender lens,
we’ll see a concentration of the voiceless in women. If we use the class lens,
we’ll see a concentration of them in the less-privileged, the poor and destitute.
If we use the super-power lens and the global center lens, we’ll not hear the
voices of many Africans and know their views, but we’ll hear what people say
about them. The list of lens, view points, and perspectives can go on and on.
I’ll refer to the well known story of
the elephant and how people touched it from different angles. One person felt
the leg and said that it was the trunk of a tree. Another one felt the massive
body and said that it was a huge wall. One felt the tail and said that it was a
huge rope. These people were differently talented so they approached the
elephant from their own understanding, which influenced the way they gave
things to the elephant. If we can view our society as that big elephant, then
we can appreciate diverse perspectives and ways of approaching it and giving
back. Whether we try to feel the elephant though the legs and perceive it as a
trunk or feel the body of the elephant and perceive it as a mighty wall, the
important thing is that we are feeling the elephant. We feel, feed, help, and
uplift society through our own means.
I write about the struggles of ordinary
people and engage possible ways for overcoming. In the early nineties, I was
called an “unrepentant feminist” in Theweek (Dec. 19,1994), a Nigerian magazine, because of what
the writer, Ige, referred to as the “gender” writing that bothered some of the judges
that evaluated my submission for ANA contest. The play, The Lion and the Iroko, is about the struggle of the people against
their oppressors. I approached the elephant from my stand point as a woman in a
society where women and the underprivileged did not have a lot of voice. And
sure my voice was being muzzled, but also being uplifted. I responded with a poem that
was inspired by my thinking about feminism. I portrayed Jesus as a feminist in
the poem because of his defense of oppressed women but it was not published. The persona of the poem would have been a
voice in defense of my play that was cited as too "gender conscious," just because the
young mistress of a politician developed to become the leader of the movement
against the powerful political party of her sugar daddy. I want to create
realistic opportunities through my writing. I would like to write about the
first woman president of
My service to society is through my
writing. I have face to face interaction with communities through poetry and story
reading as well as theater. Sometimes I do a lot of reading and sometimes my
energy is diverted to another activity such as play-making or research. My
play-making involves writing a play, getting students who are interested to
discuss and prepare it for presentation. Even though we aim at giving the
community good entertainment, the focus on issues usually opens up conversation
with the community. We usually give the audience the opportunity to make
comments at the end of the play. When we cannot have face-to-face interaction
with the audience, some still send us feedback. However, the most important
discussion usually goes on after the theater experience as members of the
audience synthesize their impressions of the play. After our 2009 presentation of Scramble for
I like to work with young people and I
believe that I have the knack for working with them. In Benin-City, I organized
informal classes for children in my neighborhood. I made them focus on the goal
of presenting songs, music, and dance to the public but we used the process to
learn values and appreciate the diversity of cultures that the children come
from. Children from diverse ethnic backgrounds taught us songs and dances from
their culture areas. The community was supportive of this venture and
contributed to our effort.
Fired by the enthusiasm that I got from
attending HIV/AIDS conference organized by African students at
Someone said, “Anyway, you imagine
things and write about them.” He laughed at me.
“It’s not funny,” I said but I smiled while
telling him how big-time-real it had become in some countries and why we should
prevent it. I even gave him some fliers to distribute.
In 1993, I formed a life value train
with the pastor of
I later joined the Nigerian branch of an
international organization that focuses on HIV/AIDS awareness. I became the
Public Relations officer of the Nigerian Association of Women & AIDS. We
organized conferences and spoke to market women. Later while living in
Play-making has also been useful in my
interaction with communities outside the universities and schools. I worked
with a colleague, Dr. Austin Asagba, and some students, at organizing
play-making sessions with inmates of Benin Prison. This involved the use of
music, dance, and anecdotes to generate a creative space that encouraged the prisoners
to express themselves artistically. One of the plays that they made was a
critique of the prison system and how some guards exploited them. This play was
performed for an audience that included the prison authorities. Although many of the participants expressed
themselves through song, dance, and jokes, the final scenario that brought
their talents together was the exploitation in their prison facility.
The main theme that the prisoners
focused on was change, so they suggested ways of effecting change in the play.
The superintendent said that the play was an eye-opener for him. We believed
that the communities knew their problem and could understand it more through a
creative activity that brought in diverse voices in the place. We were more of
facilitators than directors.
At Uselu-Park, we made plays with a
different community. They were depressed but they did not identify their main
problem as lack of money. The problem that they identified as the most pressing
and which became the focus of our play was the environment. They were concerned
about the way that some people littered the environment with cans and dirt.
From my little stand point in Nigeria, I spoke of Africa as one, so it was quite a surprise for me to live in Swaziland and be confronted with a culture that was a lot different from what I was used to in Nigeria, but also similar in some ways. I devoted the first three months of my stay there to learn about the culture. I spent most of my time in the “special collection” part of the library that gave me access to rare papers and old notes on the history and culture of Swaziland. By the time I “emerged” after three months with new knowledge, I felt a bit more comfortable in my new setting. I still continued to explore by giving my students projects that took us to the communities. From interaction with the people, we made plays on different problems such as domestic violence, rape, and child abuse that we presented to the public. From then, people would stop me to tell me about new incidents to use in my writing.
In
“Why are you not in school?” I said.
“I don’t like school.”
“Nothing there interests me.”
“Nothing?” I said.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you have music and drama in your
school?” I knew that they had music and drama.
The three of them spoke about their
dislike of the kind of music and the plays that they did not identify with.
“Then, make your own plays,” I said.
“We can’t do that.”
“Yes you can,” I said.
“For real?”
“Yes, for real,” I said.
“We’ll sure check you out.”
I was a bit surprised two days’ later
when they turned up at my office. We sat in the Hoyt Foller room and I introduced
them to people who came in for coffee or something. I think that they felt a
bit awkward or intimidated by the environment. The professors of Africana Center
got involved. First, the Director, Professor Edmondson, sponsored a tour of
Cornell and a lunch. The young people brought more boys and girls. Other
professor got involved. They included Micere Mugo, Don Ohadike, N’Dri
Assie-Lumumba, Salah Hassan, Abdul Nanji and others. We had workshops on Saturdays
with the young people. They were interested in how we became successful “in
spite of being African.” That became the point of our conversation and ways of
working hard and overcoming obstacles.
Living at Villa Serbelloni in Bellagio, Italy, as a Rockefeller writer-in-residence, I was just expected to write, but I also explored the expansive environment of the villa that sits on a peninsula by Lake Como. I did not speak the language beyond sharing greetings and did not expect that my suggestion that I organize a festival would be welcome. Many people chipped in to make the festival happen. They told me about the ancient festival that commemorated the birth of John the Baptist so I named the celebration, “Festival on the Eve of St. John.” The Franti Chapel (with a kind of mini catacomb on is basement) was opened and I got a number of artists to perform at the festival on the 23rd of June, 1998. This included a pianist, a saxophonist, a soloist, a professor who read Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Wyves Tale of Bathe in old English, and my poetic rendition accompanied by the saxophonist. The conversation that followed was very entertaining and people were happy that I was able to bring the artists in their midst together to share and have fun.
View my introduction to the event.
Serving, sharing and communicating with communities do have
its own difficulties and hitches. It can crop up in the process of
arranging permissions, meetings, and other technicalities. It can come
from the unfolding content.A didifficult
question did pose a challenge to our workshop in Ithaca. The question
was posed by one of the Ithaca youths. It happened on the first session
of
our weekly workshops. The youths were mostly African Americans. The
professors
were mostly from the African continent. I did not anticipate this
hitch, but it
happened. A young woman asked the difficult question.
“Is it true that your people sold our
forefathers as slaves?” She said. Her eyes were on me. I was their “big sister”
who brought them to Cornell.
I hesitated. I thought, “If I said
‘yes,’ they may walk out on me.”
“If I said ‘no,’ I would be telling a
big lie,” I thought.
“Do you all know Clarence Thomas or have
you heard about him?” she said.
This was in 1992 when many African
Americans had come out against Thomas’ nomination to the Supreme Court because
they perceived him as someone who did not represent their interest. All the
workshop participants showed knowledge of him in different ways.
Some nodded.
Some said, “Yeah.”
“What has it got to do with anything?”
One of them said. Let’s call him GG (Great guy).
N’Dri continued. “There are bad people
in every part of the world. They can be black, white, or any color. It doesn’t
matter. There are black people who betray black people everywhere. There are
black people who are against black people in America. There are black people
who are against black people in Africa.” N’Dri paused.
I took over. “There are people who will
do anything including hurting their brothers and sisters just to benefit
themselves.”
“You got it.” The young woman that posed
the question said this.
Some of the young people began to nod in
understanding. A few still maintained blank faces.
“If you didn’t sell us, we would not
have been here,” GG said.
Don Ohadike came in here. “The people
that the wicked Africans sold are our people. Back home in Africa, some old
folks still tell stories about children who became orphans because their
parents were kidnapped in the farm and sold. People lost their children,
brothers, sisters. Villages lost their people and became too weak to defend
themselves.”
“The bad Africans have continued to betray
other Africans in africa and everywhere, even in the United States.”
Community
engagement has its pitfalls but it is a very rewarding experience. The
joy of connecting with people, the learning, giving, taking, and sheer
fun of the experience cannot be qualified. It is great! These
experiences show me that people
like to support community. Sometimes, they just need someone to
initiate it,
and it will grow on the wings and shoulders of the community. The
parents in my
Benin neighborhood that contributed costumes and food, the church that
gave
musical instruments, Cornell professors that helped me to open up
informal
learning opportunity for youths of Ithaca, the Serbelloni people that
facilitated the Italian festival, people that told me stories in
Swaziland, are
great examples of how communities help me to realize my dream of
sharing with
communities. People are generally community oriented because of our
basis
humanity.
Community work also depends on
opportunity. Sometimes, I’m invited to speak on issues that people want to
address. The topics have included gender, globalization, race, Africa, and
Racism at the
1936 Olympics.
War and place.
Perception of
Globalization.
International
and Cross-Cultural Dialogue.
Women
and globalization.
Family
Togetherness.
For
more details see, “Speaking Engagements” in Curriculum Vitae
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