Tuesday 25 April 2017

ALLUVIA ON THE SHORE (for Aylan Kurdi, the drowned Syrian boy and after Sudarsan Pattnaick’s sand sculpture)

Archeology is far from the reach of my branching intellects but I know
how we created these marching molecules, this mob of liquid, this
continent of water.  I know that its creation followed the logic of addition.
A lone drop of greed was longing for fellowship with a scorching hope
when I volunteered a drop of lie, you followed suit and dropped leeching
impoverishment with generousity, the way he contributed the supersonic semen
of rape. By this, a drop grew into a trickling river, a flood that extorts
homes from owners just as insurrection that snatches authority from
Governments, they philanthroped by giving that, and it raced round the globe
like Firefox. We dropped dreaded discrimination and all matured into
a sour sea of anger, into raw war, world’s whore.

Now, let’s do the BODMAS of our ruins
without syntax errors.

= we are the alluvia of our misdeeds,
washed ashore by them and lying prone as ashamed statues,
noon sun is a scorching sincerity to our sights, and the fluorescence
of the night moon haunts us. Even stars, the fluorescent-fishes
of heaven’s ocean denude our shame.

Friday 21 April 2017

WOMEN OF NIGERIA: PROBLEMS, PANACEA AND PROSPECTS

The weight of humans’ inhumanity to fellow humans, especially females, being targets of such trajectory, provokes revaluation of the unidirectional evolution theory and a re-conception of the nature of human existence as cyclical, like Yorubas’ cosmology. Perhaps, civilisation has reached its point of diminishing returns; one would wonder when one witnesses the gravity of brutalities done against women sometimes. Like chameleon, this violence appears in different colours. At times, it takes the crimson hue of physical assaults; sometimes, unimaginably iridescent.
Many have personally witnessed occasions where females are physically abused by their husbands or relatives. Most times when men launch violence against wives, it is over barrenness or malesness. From relatives on the other hand, it is over either the husband’s death or inheritance.
Also, culture and religion contribute heavily to the brutalities females experience in societies. They have some patriarchal conspiracy theories deliberately formulated to subjugate the female gender to the male counterpart.
In religion for instance, both Bible and Koran obviously connive and command that the wife always subject herself to the husband, care for, and sheepishly obey him.
Similarly, culture dictates many unprintable rules to women. In Yoruba culture, a wife must not relocate to the family house, no matter how hellish the husband’s house; else, she will be tagged, dálémosú, a psychologically inimical nomenclature. The culture specifically emphasises that, a wife must be deflowered by the husband; not vice versa. But one wonders, who or what defiles them when many a defiled wife doubling as a rape victim suffers psychological violence from husband and relatives. Gender difference should not define sexuality, thus, such pronouncements are blows against the humanity of the female gender. Note, every Nigerian culture has its version of female dehumanisation.
For the purpose of clarity, some illustrations will be fetched from Nigerian newspapers, the archives of realities.
In Nigerian Tribune, Yejide Gbenga writes:
“Research reveals that 25% of the women in Nigeria go through an ordeal of the domestic violence and every fourth Nigerian woman suffers domestic violence in her lifetime with the worst forms cited as battery…the victim, for a long time keeps the situation from people, protecting her abuser.”[i]
Rape is one of the attributes of animals which humans have chosen to adopt nowadays, and this births the aforementioned thought of humans’ probable attainment of point of diminishing returns in civilsation, thus, the slippery slope to animalistic practices. In September 2015, “a woman, Mrs Ogodo Egede, aged 34, was reportedly raped to death by a man she allegedly owed #1500.”[ii]
To extend this, nowadays, the news of rape and sexploitation in Nigerian tertiary institutions and societies is quotidian. Female students at all levels and institutions are not safe from the onslaught of these unruly sceptres. To evince this, The Guardian reports:
“The police statement also indicated that two people disguised as vigilantes,        collected phones and raped two female students…”[iii]
In sequel to the above, it is cogent to mention that, the hoi polloi are not the only subjects of the barbarism. However, contrary to the expected from Nigerian intellectuals, they are deeply immersed in the hideous practice.
Expectantly, Obafemi Awolowo, a Nigerian politician and political philosopher, builds a frothy, sacrosanct image of the Nigerian intellectuals; equating his expectations with qualities expected of a good leader, he writes:
“the regime of mental magnitude, properly and eminently equipped with a considerable measure of intellectual comprehension and cognition, insight and spiritual illumination. In this regime, we are free from: (1) the negative emotions of anger, hate, fear, envy or jealousy… (2) Indulgence in the wrong types of food and drinks, ostentatious consumption and (3) excessive or immoral craving for sex. In short, in this regime, we conquer what Kant calls “the tyranny of the flesh” and become free.”[iv]
Contrary to the impeccable images Awolowo carved for Nigerian intellectuals, Nigerian tertiary institutions, nowadays, are the dens of atrocities, authoritarianism and unchecked sexploitation of females. Though we find the most constant, acerbic critics of government policies among some lecturers guilty of these filthy practices, they execute the act without a speck of guilt but with the feel of immunity, while victims of these busy goads turn sufferers and smilers.
Testifying to the presence and strength of this evil, in The Nation newspaper, a columnist writes:
“However, there are quite a number of students who have suffered sexual abuses in the universities and many more who will continue to suffer sexual violence because there are no structures in place or the existing structures are not strong enough to absorb or withstand the influence of the calibre of personalities involved.”[v]
Acquired by fortune, education is seen as a means to an end of authoritarianism by this category of people.
Violence against women gains infant shock when it comes from males, compared to when females are both the subjects and direct objects of the action. Apparently, factual readings and literary fictions have shown instances of women mutilated (physically and psychologically) by fellow women. For example, Chika Unigwe’s On Black Sisters’ Street depicts occasions where dehumanisation, triggered by a woman to fellow women, serves as a technology of human trafficking as exemplified in Madam’s definition of Sisi’s identity, “…you’re persona non grata in this country. You do not exist,”[vi] she defines.
Also illustratively, The Nation newspaper reports, “the Lagos state government has taken custody of Adebimpe Badmus, the 16 year old girl allegedly burnt with an iron by her aunt, Ketu.”[vii] Worse still, the culprit had two other female accomplices.
 Symptoms of the disease of women brutalisation in Nigeria shown, there is a need to mention the causes too. The major pathogens of violence against women are: poverty, illiteracy, culture, religion, patriarchy etc
Although, chronic are the symptoms of violence against women, the malady is not incurable. To cure the disease of restless libidos, important authorities should be equipped to divest the lecturers, influential culprits and hosts of the illness, of their immunities. A columnist suggests, “it is time for civil societies to go beyond creating awareness on the ills of sexual harassment to build and strengthen institutions to fight against the immunity that some addicted lecturers enjoy.”[viii]
Furthermore, the government should make wife-empowerment a compulsion for potential husbands; institutions should be established to maintain such. For, the concept of a full-house wife is a psychological bully of women, subjugating them to forcible humility.
Plus, a law compelling very rich politicians and business tycoons to financially assist charity institutions that succour females should be executed. It is apparently scarce that a well-to-do mother gives her child to another family for nurturing.
Besides formal education and skill acquisitions at grassroots levels, females should also be trained in martial arts for the purpose of self-defence.
Moreover, Ombudsman could have an application which females can use on smartphones to report cases of violence, in addition to spending to embark on (risky) journeys to their offices. It should also serve guidance purpose on the basis of self-defence.
Relevance lies in upholding the Rule of Law so that the perpetrators (of any status), faces the music, constitutionally. Without this, proliferation of violence against women should rather be anticipated.
Besides violation of women, the country could be in mess should the government remain calm when pro-activeness is needed. At least, the abduction of the Chibok girls would have been prevented, were the concerned authorities pro-active.
The recommended solutions for the purpose of annihilating female brutalisation followed, some additional problems are simultaneously addressed, perhaps accidentally. Some child marriages are birthed by parents’ poor state or tyranny of some paedophile. Women being empowered, there may be reduced reasons to give their precious wards out for early marriages. 
Also, if the rule of law is upheld, tyranny will be shamed.
Another prospect involves the boosting of Gross Domestic Product (GDP) by the goods and services women acquire and sell. Their wealth keeps the violent aloof and fertilises the economy to an extent.
The axiom, health is wealth is widely accepted because they complement each other.  Thus, with skills, which create wealth, women can purchase health.
In summary, this essay has touched several forms and appearances of violence against women with illustrations from life experiences, newspapers and literatures. It has stated the causes, treatments and the prospects of such treatments, encapsulating women and the country at large.
In conclusion, a committed attempt to terminate violence of any kind: physical, psychological etc, against women is symptomatic of the country’s desires for greatness; since males need females for reproduction, our fatherland needs these mothers for progression.
OLADIMEJI DAMILOLA JOSEPH

WORKS CITED



[i] Nigerian Tribune. No. 16,675 (13thJanuary, 2017): pp23
[ii] The Nation, Vol 9. No 3330, (6th September, 2015)
[iii] The Guardian Vol 33. No 13,887 (5th January, 2017): pp 44.
[iv] Wiredu, Korasi et al. “Post-independence African Political Philosophy.” A Companion to African Philosophy Ed.                 Oxford: Blackwell Publishing Limited (2004): pp 247
[v] Ibid, pp 5
[vi]  Unigwe, Chika. On Black Sisters’ Street. London: Vintage, (2009):pp 182, print.
[vii] Ibid,  vol 10. No 3339. (16th September, 2015): pp 53.
[viii] Ibid, vol 9. No. 3330 (6th September, 2015): pp 15.Women and Society

Monday 17 April 2017

BUSTED BABE (Longlisted for Adhocfiction International Flash Fiction Prize)




Apart from your charming hair and ebony skin, one other thing that attracted me to you was your English which defied the Queen’s. ‘Driver, driver! A tyre has busted,’ you said, staring at me like I were the driver or some Messiah. The motor swerved and our bodies collided. Like you wanted me to confirm your prowess, ‘a tyre has busted!’ You yelled again. The word you meant, I had heard iridescent pronunciations of it: beasted, bested, and busted, like yours. So my surprise was little.
I looked into your eyes, seeking fright, but fire-flies burst light of love and I knew I had busted my busty babe. When the bus stopped, you smiled like I was offloading honey into your heart as I whispered, ‘b-u-r-s-t, burst, not b-u-s-t. Remember to always swallow your –ed at the end of the word.’ Abruptly, your face clouded, rage burst
OLADIMEJI DAMILOLA.




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BUSTED BABE

Saturday 15 April 2017

ONCE UPON A SUICIDE MISSION



Two agents on a mission swim stealthily into a cave where it does not dawn to assassinate the resident of the cave. They needn’t light their way, it isn’t crooked. Straight. Ordinarily, anything H2O should not touch them if they want to remain alive and solid. But it is the best method, to have them diffused by the pool.  So, this is their first and last bath. As the cave feels them journeying down slowly, towards the apartment of the unwanted resident, the agents dissolve gradually.
The target smuggles itself in during social night, when the cave is in a game of hide and seek with another cave that releases millions of its viscous occupants like Israelites from Egypt, through a vascularised tunnel and at the point of diminishing returns.
For four months, the target has been surreptitiously living therein, preventing itself from marking any footprint that can get it trailed and busted. When in the fourth month the cave starts feeling its presence; she decides to send these two agents who plan to rush into the mouth of the target through the straw by which it feeds. This day, the target is fasting, the agents fail and do not return to tell the tale. The cave feels severe stomach ache for days and hopes the target will soon be exiled but, no.
A month after this, the cave goes to a hospital to meet the doctor with whom she has had an appointment but he is undergoing autopsy himself. On the way home, she is hit by a frivolous car and hospitalised. Two months consecrated for the cave’s healing climb the presence of the unwanted tenant. So, alive, happy and crying, it comes out.
OLADIMEJI DAMILOLA
ONCE UPON A SUICIDE MISSION

Wednesday 12 April 2017

TEARS AND MISTS



Morsels race fast on tongue-track into throats, but not as Sam on the road that leads to the village’s amorous river, graced with the meandering twist of an elegant belle. He has the legs of antelopes that send him sprinting, catalysed by the determination to quench the frustrations burning his heart to ashes.
On the sedimentary, ebony, shoulders of the river, sits Sam. For a while, the sight of a quivering leaf, battling death in the river’s running hand, grips him. And the task of dumping his ordeals on the river’s breasts like the refuse Grandma had sent him to dump whenever it poured is put on a hold. Like Sam’s younger sis, Grandma knew he could not have stolen her jewellry, so they both placed a curse of failure and frustration on the suspected culprit, which is the tout opposite.
Since the witches that cast spell on him would be the eaters of the sacrifice he was asked to offer, he poisoned it, against the instructions of his dark, long-bearded and odorous native doctor.
Sam believes that, those loving bodies, moribund as this mourning morning, would not have cursed him. He notices that the river swallows falling mists, which he imagines to be tears of the sky, as she has done to that quivering leaf. So he imagines himself a body of tears.
Amazed, the river splashes on the face of the parrot that cinematographs the scene, as the body of tears drowns.
Sam returns home a body of mists and he cannot be hugged welcome.

OLADIMEJI DAMILOLA

FEELINGS



Therefore you cry,
pain is the searing flush of
emotions across the heart,
imagine maidens’ blushes now;
emotion is an onion bulb;
genius edge of defence mechanisms
cuts and you cry, therefore…

A host of birds angelling in wings,
waltz, warbling, and white, a torrent of tears
laughter gush, charged Spartans
of rage, emotion is the rush
of child delivery,
therefore, feel…

Semen from stamen, pollen;
gay stalactite stimulates stalagmite,
gusty grail gaze for phallus wine;
emotion is the image of emotions,
we fill, therefore we feel…

OLADIMEJI DAMILOLAFEELINGS