SENTINEL POETRY #24   November 2004

Taking Life By The Throat by Emman Shehu
Continued from previous page


Toyin Adewale (who recently added Gabriel to her surname) also holds a Master’s degree in Literature and is a fellow of the Academic Schloss Solitude in Stuttgart.  Her poems have appeared in various anthologies, journals and newspapers.  Naked Testimonies was first published in 1995 and has just been reprinted.  The collection is divided into sections namely “Train”, “Vistas”, “Expressions”, “Second Look” and “Affirmation”.  In all there are 47 poems.  Three things instantly strike one about her poetry.  First, most of the poems are generally short.  Then there is an intense pre-occupation with metaphors.  It is not surprising therefore that some previous reviews have used phrases like “astonishing metaphors” and “experimenting with the intensely imagistic tradition”. The third aspect is the turbulent and frenetic tenor of her poetry.  This, unlike Nwosu who takes a calm approach, Adewale takes life by the throat with such forcefulness.  A good example is this six-line poem on page 13:

                                               Dashing antelope
                                               turbulence of warring waters
                                               bottled together
                                              Ocean wave, ever ocean wave
                                               whirlwind,
                                               now off! (Odia)

Equally striking is the note of foreboding on which the collection starts in one of the few long pieces titled “For T.J”.  The following lines are instructive: “a night which I will not attain/the joy after which I grope.”  The collection thus becomes a steady descent into despair disappointment and grief.  This is most obvious in the five-part sequence that provides the collection with its title. The tone is evoked straightaway from the first part of the sequence.

                                               I tell a tale of sour tangerines
                                               and shrivelled penises
                                               in the furnace of testicle crushers
                                               diamonds are mere stones
                                               in the trauma of dry sentences
                                               Tornadoes chase poetry
                                               And wedding rings and half circles

                                               Where is the voice of my teacher?

The struggle to come to terms with this despair leads to the quest for God, as we have earlier seen in Nwosu’s
Waking Dreams.  The religious interface in “Naked Testimonies” starts from the dedication: “On this morning of rejoicing I exalt the Word who became flesh for the world”. It is echoed in “Saluting Leonie McSweeny”, “Impact”), “Untitled” and “Ruth”.  Indeed “Ruth” is for me the most accomplished poem in the collection.  For all those who have a fair knowledge of the Bible, the story of Ruth is very touching. It is a tale of despair that ends and on a note of hope.  In retelling this familiar story, Adewale breathes life into it in a compelling way that captures the essence of the narrative.  And one cannot but feel the poet’s persona identifying with Ruth’s resilience.

Resilience, as we have already seen in Nwosu’s
Waking Dreams is an important virtue for survival.  Here in Naked Testimonies resilience makes it possible to have moments of joy, however fleeting they may be as in: “The Last Teen”, “Soul-Kin”, “A Rejoicing” and “An Eye is Talking”:

                                                  At the junction
                                                  On jack-roads
                                                  We invoked the green banners of the earth
                                                  The potential of doves
                                                  We excavated dreams
                                                  Oceans became true Jacuzzis
                                                  We toasted a gallery of kisses
                                                  With the flaring citation of fireworks.

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