Monday 18 January 2021

Travelogue; A Weekend In Kumasi By Wale Okediran

 

TRAVELOGUE; A WEEKEND IN KUMASI BY WALE OKEDIRAN

                                                   


Accra, Ghana. Early Morning. Breakfast was the same. One Cedi of Koko (Corn Pap), two of Kwose (Akara). As a regular customer at the popular roadside restaurant at Dome Pillar 2, the woman gave me one extra akara. I thanked her.

 

 I enjoyed the food. The Pap was hot and thick while the well spiced Akara was a delight to the palate. The food danced briefly on my tongue before cascading merrily into the warm embrace of my stomach. Breakfast over, I got ready for Circle, where I would catch my ride to Kumasi.

 

 Suddenly, the peace and quiet of the early morning was broken. The wind sighed and hissed, the clouds flew as the heavens opened and it started to rain. Fast, furious and ferocious; it was one of those tropical storms that Accra is noted for.

 

 From slanting arrows, the rain soon turned into bucketful of water that cascaded down the sky as the roadside gutters quickly filled up with brownish flood water.

For a moment, I was worried. Just the previous week, a central part of the city had been flooded by a similar storm.

 

 After being ensconced in Accra for about three months, I considered it expedient for me to explore the rest of Ghana. I was therefore looking forward to going to Kumasi where a friend had invited me for a weekend. I was still contemplating what to do when the storm suddenly abated. Its exit was as sudden as its arrival.

 

It was still drizzling when the big ‘Yutong’ Luxury bus belonging to the VIP Jeoun Transport Company departed the Accra Bus Garage at Circle at about 8.40 on that overcast morning.

 

 After spending about an hour in the Accra traffic gridlock, the sleek, air conditioned and comfortable bus finally broke free and went into a galloping run on the Accra Kumasi expressway for the 240- kilometer, 50 Cedi trip to Kumasi.

 

We were more than a hundred in the capacious tubular cocoon, all in different forms of engagement. While some read newspapers and books, others were glued to their phones, an addiction of the current age.

 

In view of the Covid-19 pandemic, we were to remain masked throughout the length of the journey.  We therefore continued our journey anonymously behind our facemasks, hundred plus masquerades, breathing noisily like bellows at the iron smiths as the bus sped along the winding and undulating motorway dodging the occasional bad patches and pot holes.

 

From my vantage front seat position, I gazed through the large windscreen of the bus at the endless and serpentine road ahead.

 

 Meanwhile from the side windows, a kaleidoscope of images of green foliage, streams and rivers as well as sleepy streets of towns and villages peopled by an array of happy and busy people flashed by as the cityscape of Accra turned more into remote farmlands.  Adoagyiri, Samson Panpanso, Kyekewere, the Amafa and Kua Rivers on to Asuboi, Amanase and Apeatu, we sped along. At Okroase, the road diverged. We took the left one that led to Kumasi leaving the right one that went on to Suhum.

 

Thirty minutes later, we stopped at Lindador Hotel, obviously a popular watering hole for travelers judging from the large number of buses that we met on the capacious grounds of the hotel. While some passengers used the opportunity of the break to use the washrooms, others removed their face masks to breathe normally for a while as well as exercise their hitherto stiff jaws. I followed some of the passengers to one of the eateries on the grounds to lubricate my patched throat.

 

Moments later, we continued our trip as more bucolic towns and villages flew past the bus window. Osino, Kwabena, Anyinam, on to Enyiresi. At Akyim Sekere, we chanced upon a rich and beautiful display of pottery and sculpture works before going on to New Jejeti, Abossey Okai and Ejisu among other towns and villages.

 

Obviously sedated by their recently consumed meals, many of the passengers had gone to sleep while the rest of us watched a movie which was projected on large screens visible to the passengers. The Film; Carpenter Love by David Yeboah was an interesting 2014 Media Promotions production that depicted a tale of love, hope and treachery.

 

At Nkawkaw junction, some passengers departed the bus which continued on to Juaso, Hebron and Kononga among other towns.

 

Meanwhile, the young driver who was right in front of me was obviously enjoying himself. In between shifting the gears and marching on the throttle and the brakes, he was also singing and swaying to the melodious music that oozed out of the bus loud speakers. It was a familiar music…that of the popular Nigerian musician, P Square. When I joined in the singing, the surprised driver looked back briefly and then gave me a thumbs up sign.

 

It was in this merry mood that the we entered Kumasi, the ancient and historic Ashanti town.

 

 The city, which is the second largest city in Ghana, after the capital, rose to prominence in 1695 when it became capital of the Ashanti Confederacy due to the activities of its ruler Osei Tutu. Queen Elizabeth 11 of England was said to have given Kumasi the name ‘Garden City of Africa’ when she visited the area in the 1960s because of the varied plant life in the area.

 

 Kumasi is situated on the border between the dry and poor north and the richer, more developed, south of Ghana. The city is therefore some kind of gateway where all important roads from different places in the south converge and from where they diverge again and continue to the north. In this gentle almost crime-free city, traditional and modern worlds are said to coexist harmoniously.

 

I also learnt that some famous Kumasi sons included the likes of the late former Secretary General of the United Nations, Kofi Annan, the former Ghanaian President, His Excellency, John Agyekum Kufuor, the  former Leeds United and Ghana national football team footballer Tony Yeboah as well as the professional wrestler Kofi Kingston among others.

 

As arranged, I was met at the gate of the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST) by my friend and host, Dr Babatunde Duduyemi, a Consultant Pathologist at the University. Tunde who had been with the University for the past seven years was also a Pastor of one of the Pentecostal Churches in the city. Together with his wife Ayodele and three sons, I was heartily welcomed into their cozy bungalow in the Staff Quarters of the University which is popularly known as ‘Tech’ by locals.

 

Over a delicious dinner of Jollof rice, chicken and vegetables, Dr Duduyemi gave me an account of his stewardship in Ghana. As he regaled me with his interesting activities as a Physician, Pathologist and Pastor, it was obvious that he had his hands full attending to both the dead and the living.

 

 It was after I had presented the family with some copies of my books that Mrs. Duduyemi recalled having read my 1987 novel RAINBOWS ARE FOR LOVERS (Spectrum Books, Nigeria) as a teenager!

 

My sight -seeing of the ancient and historic city commenced the following morning with a quick tour of the University Campus beginning with the Faculty of Medicine where my host had his office in the Pathology Department.

 

 History has it that the University took off from The Kumasi College of Technology by an Act of Parliament on 22 August 1961. The University which was named in honor of Dr Kwame Nkrumah, the first Prime Minister and later President of Ghana had its name changed to the University of Science and Technology after the Revolution of 24 February 1966. However, another act of Parliament changed the name back to its original version, the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi in1998.

 

Although, a University of Technology, new Faculties of Arts, Law and Business Studies among others in the humanities have since been added to the University. While this diversification in academic courses was welcomed by some educationists, some alumni of the University saw it as a negation of the dreams of the founding fathers of the Ghana University system who had designated different Universities in the country for special professional courses.

 

As we continued the sightseeing, I recollected the encounter between KNUST and my University; the University of Ife, Nigeria at the 1975 West African Universities Games in Accra where I had participated as a member of the Ife Hockey team.

 

In addition, I was impressed with the beautiful and well- maintained buildings, lawns and roads which I was told was made possible by the 2 yearly maintenance policy of the University authorities.

 

My next port of call was the Manhyia palace of the Asantehene of Asante and the Kumasehene of Kumasi, Otumfuo Nana Osei Tutu 11 which was located in the central part of Kumasi. Although it was a weekend, there were a lot of activities in the Palace which is one of the city’s most spectacular sights.

 

 My host informed me that most of the visitors had come to visit the museum attached to the palace. I was informed that the Manhyia Palace Museum  was first established in 1925 as a private residence for Asantehene Agyeman Prempeh I and currently provides a lot of insight into the culture of Ashanti land and Ghana's cultural legacy from before its colonization by Great Britain.  

 

From the Palace, we passed the Ahodwo Roundabout with its striking sculptor of a white stallion and made our way to the sports stadium of the famous Kumasi based football club, Asante Kotoko. Now known as the Baba Yara Stadium (named after a famous Ghanaian football player), the stadium which was first built in 1959 had been renovated twice and now has a seating capacity of 40,000. As a sportsman and football bluff, I stood in awe as I gazed at the magnificent edifice as I recollected the wonderful achievements of the famous club especially in the African Cup of Nations competitions.

 

We were soon on the Osei Tutu 11 Boulevard, the major artery of Kumasi through which my host drove to the Kejetie Central Market which is reputed to rival Onitsha in Nigeria as West Africa’s largest open-air market.

 

 At the Bekwai Roundabout we turned into the GRA (Government Reserved Area) with its exquisite and modern buildings including the Golden Tulip Hotel, the Ashanti Regional Coordinating Council, and the Golden Bean Hotel. Also in the neighborhood were the high- brow Nhyiaeso and Ridge communities where the rich and mighty were said to have properties.

 

Other important landmarks visited in the city were the 800 bed Komfo Anokye Teaching Hospital for the training of medical students from KNUST, the Fante New Town residential area, the Bomso community near the University, the Aboabo an area considered to be the poorest neighbourhood in Kumasi as well as the Zongo and Asokore Manpong Communities with their large numbers of Hausa natives. I was later informed that a large proportion of the Hausa population in Kumasi had originally come from Northern Nigeria as itinerant Koranic teachers and traders.

 

The more I continued my sightseeing, the more I realized that I still had lots and lots of places to visit.

 

 That was when it became obvious that a weekend was too short a time for anyone to do justice to such a multilayered, culturally and economically important city as Kumasi. I must return.

Wednesday 6 January 2021

Some Things Aren’t Fair in Love and War - A Review of Wale Okediran’s MADAGALI

 

SOME THINGS AREN’T FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

 


A Review of Wale Okediran’s MADAGALI

By Tega Oghenechovwen

 

About a century and half ago, John Lyly wrote, “All is Fair in Love and War.” A keen reader would refute that statement upon engaging with the first page of Madagali.

Set in the North East of contemporary Nigeria, Madagali pays a fundamental attention to the pathetic nature of Nigeria’s prolonged fight against Boko Haram, and it follows a complex dilemma of love. This makes the story of the protagonist, Lance Corporal Bukar Salisu, one that should not be missed.

Away from the buzzing of shellfire, the whizzing of bullets, the spattering of blood and mud, and the tearing down of bodies, the 24-year-old Bukar Salisu, a Nigerian-Liberian is caught between two young damsels. The first is Safiya, the crafty daughter of a ‘repentant’ Boko Haram leader. She works with one of the Non-Governmental Organizations offering palliatives to Internally Displaced Persons. The second is the curly haired Liberian Nurse-in-Training, Jewel, whom Bukar meets in Monrovia while there to spend his sick leave with his maternal family. Both will come to find out that Bukar is a rafto ─an impotent man, due to an injury he sustained from a .45 Caliber (4).

Before this crossroad, a top-ranking military officer, Lt. Col. Bala Humus, frames up Bukar. In a hasty tribunal, the young Lance Corporal is sentenced to death for wanting to supply lethal military hardware to the Boko Haram insurgents ─the initial plan of Lt. Col. Bala. Bukar’s predicament juxtaposed with the in-house killing of Colonel Yusuf, a battle savvy officer who was successfully leading a Tank campaign against the insurgents (50), suggests some horrible things about the architecture of the insurgency.

Since the onset of the Boko Haram insurgency, more than thirty thousand civilian lives have been lost. Many more have been bludgeoned into disillusionment and hopelessness because the likes of Lt. Col. Bala Humus continue to adulterate the Nigerian military. Numerous scandals involving the military have put a great strain on the Nation’s potential to conquer the insurgency. Thus, the fight has become a lucrative investment.

In this light, the book lays bare a fetid military system where bosses sit on the meagre allowances and morals of soldiers; where soldiers who should ordinarily protect IDPs harass and intimidate them; where there are suspicious withdrawals of military presence just before terrorist attacks (51), and so on. There are macabre depictions of gallant soldiers fighting with mostly worn-out weapons and rationed ammunitions, dropping like flies in the heat of enemy firepower. A private is forced to write in protest to the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces: “Your Excellency, we are treated like animals. Most of us are afraid to talk because of the consequences of voicing out our grievances (93).” The author does not spare shifty humanitarian organizations at the periphery of things. He dices into the narrative their bad behaviors.

 

The vivid imagery of the book is reminiscent of Ernest Hemingway’s World War I novel, Farewell to Arms, especially in its fecund recreation of the immense cataclysm the fight between the Federal troops and the insurgents has manifested. Hence, the author captures the most precise conditions of people rarely heard about: those smacked directly by the insurgency. We visit their camp at Kaya. It is crammed with, “lost children crying for their parents… wailing and disheveled women, wounded men covered with dried blood and filthy dressings (72)”. We feel their pain, hunger, and hopelessness.

 One remarkable edge of the book is its poignant and accessible language, often flavored with a reliable tone of knowledge. Another is its exploration of the friendship, stoicism, and solidarity between soldiers braving rugged times.

 

 Now, back to love or something like that. While the devoted Jewel is keeping her fingers crossed in Liberia, the seductive Safiya links Bukar with an almost immediate trado-medical cure for his impotency. And just when his penis is resurrected, Safiya puts in a grave demand: Bukar, a disciplined soldier, must leak classified information for a ‘purely humanitarian operation’ that will see to the welfare of starving Boko Haram insurgents or else it’s goodbye to his erection (240).

 

One of the most daring works in the history of contemporary African writing, Madagali is poised to throw punches wherever truth on the fight against Boko Haram is marginalized.

 

─ Tega Oghenechovwen has an MA in Literary Studies from the University of Jos, Nigeria.

 

He is interested in psycho-trauma, human liberty and the battle between innocence and experience. He has published work with the Rumpus Magazine, LitroMagazine, Black Sun Lit, Aké Review, AFREADA and elsewhere. He tweets @tega_chovwen