Friday, 23 January 2015

A Poem For Baga by Inua Ellams



 Nigerian-born, London-based word/graphic artist Inua Ellams poem for Baga. Nigerian Pastoral, is part of Ellams’ ongoing project in which he resets existing poems in Nigeria. With the latest in the series Ellams re-imagines Gregory Djanikian‘s Armenian Pastoral as a somber reflection on the recent tragedy in Baga.
He told Okayafrica “My father was a Muslim when he married my mother who was a Christian and we lived in Jos, Plateau State in northern Nigeria,” .I was born into conversations about Christianity and Islam, over which sat better with the soul of Nigeria and with my family. As a kid, I knew the core similarities better than I did the differences, to such a degree that I saw no major conflicts between the faiths and went to the mosque as often as I did the church. Seeing the rise of the extremists and what has become of the towns and the places I grew up in has been heartbreaking and I think of the innocents caught in the crossfire, of those who are as I was". 
This poem is an attempt to shed light on who those innocents might have been, and further to raise questions on why the recent tragedy in Baga was largely ignored by mainstream western news outlets, if there are racial undertones at play.”
 Read Ellam’s poem for Baga, in full below.

Nigerian Pastoral

-After Gregory Djanikian.
#Afterhours
If Adamu were leaning against a wall

mouth flush with fresh coconut
when trucks screeched to a halt
and Adewunmi were writing her name

in sand, dragging the small stick
when the magazine clicked
and Afoaka were hushing her twins

waving the straw fan back and forth
when the first shots rang out
if Aliyu barefoot by the oranges

were squeezing each fruit for ripeness
when the bullet shattered his cheek
if Akarachi refusing to run

were praying in his room
when the rocket struck the roof
and Azuba in her new hand-stitched hijab

were tucking away stray wisps
when the blast ate her skin
How long would it have to go on then

beginning with A and spilling over
into all the alphabets
before mother sister father child

could bear the same weight
in any faith, in any race,
be mourned with the same tongue.



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