The Song That Is Stuck …In My Throat: A Collection of ‘Crispy’ Poems, Vol. 1-3
By Sue Kappa
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In this three-in-one volume collection of poems christened The Song that is Stuck in ma Throat, Kappa brings to life ideas, observations and human acts that do not easily occur to us as lively subjects or serious matters to engage our curious attention. He thus succeeds in stirring our imagination riot about the possibility of everything around us including the ones we easily ignore and the taken-for-granted aspects of our daily lives’ interactions serving as subject matter for a poem.
And in this deep-fry style of going deep into subjects treated, we encounter the different strands of the patterns of responses and outcomes we expect as a comforting package from a professional counsellor such as pieces of advice, consoling words, moods tickling us to laughter and hilarity, and a deep reflection on our own lives. Sometimes, it gets so close as though Kappa was just behind, following us.
Sue Kappa
Sue Kappa (real name Peter Atakuma Agbodza) is an ethnographer and a teacher. He taught Literature in English at Dambai College of Education (Oti Region) and Peki College of Education (Volta Region). A former student of Likpe Secondary School and Awudome Secondary School, he initially trained as a teacher at St. Francis’ College, Hohoe (Volta Region) before proceeding to the University of Education, Winneba (all in Ghana) for the Teacher’s Diploma and a B. Ed in English Education. In 2010, he obtained a PhD in African Studies (with Distinction) from the University of Ghana with NUFU sponsorship from the University of Bergen, Norway. His distinguished performance as a teacher at the pre-tertiary education level earned him a Prize value of 20,000 US Dollars from the Government of Ghana for being adjudged the First Runner-Up in the National Best Teacher Award in 2001AD. Currently, he resides in Ho, Volta Region, Ghana.
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The Song That Is Stuck …In My Throat - Sue Kappa
THE SONG
THAT IS
STUCK
…IN MY THROAT
A COLLECTION OF ‘CRISPY’ POEMS, VOL. 1-3
Sue Kappa
Copyright © 2019 by Sue Kappa.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
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Rev. date: 08/31/2019
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CONTENTS
Author’s Acknowledgement
Foreword
The Mines of Consummate Passion
The Cull of the Frontline
The Gift Orchestra of Tom and Jerry…
The Sacred Blood of the Guiltless… Is Crying
Between Heaven and Hell…
The Manifesto of My Application As a Labourer in Your Garden…
The Ruthless Cloud of the Red Ants’ Army
His Excellency…
Elbows are Flying Past…
Oh, This Carelessly Packaged Cohort
Four Shouts in Two Days
Do Not Carry Captain Li on Your Forehead…Oh Ho!
A Harvest of Waist Dance Celebrations…
Dossena Must Not Go, Oh…
The Gentle Robbers with Fingers, Our Progeny
Transcripts of the Unsung Gallant Comrades
Rummaging The Past in The Present: Reflections of the General
Customs Order For Free Passage of Goods…
…In The Bosom of the Warrior Bees
Please, Don’t Let Me Go…
Pay Us Our January Wages Now!
Oh, The Burden …of the Guilt
VOLUME 1
IN THE
Bosom
OF THE WARRIOR
Bees
(A collection of ‘crispy’ poems from the East)
AUTHOR’S ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
All glory to God first for the gift of life and of health and of song that sustained this project. I wish to register my deepest appreciation to the following whose lives and works have inspired me a great deal: The late Professor Chinua Achebe for his vibrant authentic unmistakable and indescribable fluidity of literary creativity and imagination affected me wholly from the first day I encountered Things Fall Apart, No Longer at Ease and Arrow of God. Professors Kofi Anyidoho, Wole Soyinka and Kwesi Yankah and the late Professor Kofi Nyidevu Awoonor have both inspired and taught me ‘how to say it’. In my estimation, these giants have held the machete and the torch; cutting the path and showing the way for the African Oral Art form in English to have its own mark of identity. I cannot forget the support of my Great Teachers and Mentors Christine Oppong, Professor of Applied Anthropology, Charles Teye Angmor, Professor of African Literature, Dr. Delali Margaret Badasu, Professor Kojo Amanor, of IAS, University of Ghana, Legon, Dr. Samuel Addo, Dr. Ben Forson, Mr. F.Y. Korwu and the late Mr. Hiadzi my English Literature tutors. There is a special place in my heart for Johnny Yao Agbontor who first inspired the ‘rage of the Muses’ to create in me the deep and passionate love for poetry at Likpe Secondary. I have also reserved special thanks for the following; my mother Rosina Afua and my dear sister Mawuse Abra Norgbe for the moral and spiritual support during my formative years. To Esther Amissah for the endless bouts of hilarious laughter we have shared, which opened the tap wide for more poetry to flow. To my bosom friends, Richard ‘Vanity’ Osei, Pascal Akpitse, Kojo Gbongbo; to Dr. Collins Nunyonameh, Nelson Appiah and Senyo Adzei who always insisted that this project must get off the blocks at last. I Thank You. Twin brother Fr. Paul A. Agbodza and dad Augustine Philip Agbodza you are forever remembered for the foundation. To Rev. Joy Dake and family, Pastor Jeremiah and family, ‘twin sister’ Misper Apawu, Silas Ayittey, Joseph Aboagye, Susanna, Verissa, Agnes, Esther and Evaristus Tepprey for the immeasurable moral and administrative support. Last but not least Mavis Ama Apawu (of Daisy Grafix), this remains an indelible relic of your handiwork, hard work and rare spirit of perseverance through the odds. I forever remain indebted to you.
FOREWORD
My affinity with poetry dates back to childhood days when I discovered the knowledge that Poetry creates an unlimited swathe of field for language to be carved, sculptured and molded according to the taste of the poet; for language to flourish; for the imagination to jump onto a feisty circus. Poetry lays the platform for the freedom to express any thought, to jumble, jolt and jostle the human imagination in bizarre, fascinating and pleasing ways. However, this might not be the primus attribute of Poetry. The opportunity to create the platform for multi-level and multiple ways of interpretation and analysis, sometimes dictated by the personal experiences and orientation of the one involved in the appreciation enables the poet to flow freely on the waves of this intellectual liberty and clip away any ill feelings of what the reactions could be. But the most important revelation is that Poetry is a very beautiful thing. It is more beautiful than people could imagine. Without playing naïve, I can state categorically without the fear of contradiction that the WHO must agree and identify the healing properties in Poetry.
Indeed, a good poem or a conscious poet can produce a balm that enlivens the soul and drives out the poison from the human body. These poems written in the free style mode replicates the extent of freedom granted in the African free verse style to register feelings, thoughts and ideas in an unrestrained manner when given the opportunity to perform in public sometimes entering a ‘reckless rant’ style on the streets. However, this is not to say that decorum is not observed. Likely, my style could be seen as depicting the tendency of the poet to step on any slab and jump into any waters, shallow or deep, just riding down the slope without restraint. These poems were written between 1992 and 2018.
The Song That is Stuck in My Throat (Volume 1 – 3) (2019) published by Xlibris is a three-in-one volume anthology consisting of 69 poems. Originally, each volume was separately collected as the different titles of the volumes depict.
These are; In the Bosom of the Warrior Bees, Slender Silhouettes Across the Retina and Just a Wriggle…On the Stage.
In the Bosom of the Warrior Bees (Volume 1) sets the pace in the entire collection and opens with the analysis, a surgery on the nature of Passion, the underpinning motivation to attain great feats. Themes of gloom, sorrow, fear, disappointment, rage, dejection, nostalgia, hypocrisy, loss of hope, thievery, joy, conviviality, deprivation and nature are packaged in this collection.
Slender Silhouettes Across the Retina (Volume 2) is a collection that is predominantly focused on the theme of love. However, other themes such as disappointment, pain, regret, hope, conviviality and youthful exuberance can be identified.
Just a Wriggle…On the Stage (Volume 3) tosses up a mix bag of diverse themes such as kinship loss, nostalgia for home, impatience, youthful rage and jests on the streets, ingratitude, fear and silent apprehension, negative effects of enculturation, nature, humility, patriotism and the value of life’s essence.
The next project of a three-in-one volume collection The Song That is Stuck in My Throat (Volumes 4 – 6) (comprising the separate collections with the volume titles Fresh Fields of Dried Grass, Broken Bugles’ Silent Sirens and Hills of Snow…in our Backyard) is up-coming.
THE MINES OF CONSUMMATE PASSION
6 January, 2018; Ho
Do you know, what is called Passion?
Wherever we can locate Passion
Whenever we can invite Passion
Whatever we can make of Passion
However Passion looks like
We can mine its soul
Only from within our Souls
Only from deep down our souls
But what have you found of Passion?
It is the spirit undefinable
It is the longing to stick in longer
It mints the Key to Invention
It births the Mother of Innovation
It is the Gateway to the Spectacular
It is the Constitution of the Excellent
Do you know the character of Passion?
We found its consuming nature
We saw how it grips its victim firm
We saw how it rages violently
Re-enacting the fury of blazing fire
So, so many are frightened by it
So, so many simply try to avoid it
So, so many know it’s just ruthless
So, so many know it’s overpowering
So, so many know it’s distracting
So, so many know its destructive hold
Its devouring tendencies celebrated
Its rampaging temperament known
Its incontrollable desire acknowledged
Its overwhelming nature recognized
Its consuming passion identified
It consumes your humanity mercilessly
It guzzles your pleasures recklessly
It dehumanizes you heartlessly
It converts you a fêted recluse
It stifles the charm of your physique
It decapitates your decent public pose
At first…
Alas! And At Last!
Long, long before our feasting society
May isolate the ultimate differentiation
Of your silent rigorous contribution
…It renders late the recognition
It dethrones you before your close kin
As another loving human
It rejects your claims of zealous care
It shuffles the truth about the reality
It denudes your apprehensions of grasp
It personalizes your inner longings
It delays the understanding you demand
Oh, thou Consuming Passion
You push your victims into a dark hole
You crush them to squelch
You create a Sahara around them
You encourage the unexplained desertion
By loved ones…
Then you open the eyes of all
After a long winding curvy twisting while
After the retiring session
After the pyres of passion
Had been violently spent…
After the arrears of unspent yearnings
Have hesitantly attained expiry
After the inhaled unexpressed moans
And silent sighs
Had formed a malignant tumour
On the chest…
Oh…
After the hue of the plea had long faded
After they have synchronized
They have harmonized
They have sculpted
The countless zero responses
Into a fixed fossilized bust
Of a bent customized character…
After they have long swallowed
The prized nectar
That ignites the spark
To spice the vibrant rhythms…Oh…
When the virulent plumes
Turn their flight homewards
When they turn their lazy sail
Back to earth
After the diagnosis of a hamstring
In their muscles
With their light flustering talons
Denuded of volume…
Depleted of energy…
Unable to ignite the vibrant
flapping unable to find the spark
to stoke the spirited swoop…
That is when you release your victims
To wave their victorious bands
To strangers overwhelmed
With questioning askance gazes…
To the lonely mounting cones
Of silent sands still sentient
On the shore…
THE CULL OF THE FRONTLINE
10 January, 2018; Ho
The cull of the frontline is raining, my son
The cull of the frontline has begun
The backline must take cover
The backline must fall back incognito
The backline must employ discernments
The cull of the frontline is happening today
The order dispensed hesitantly
The news emerged from the chimney
As a whisper leaked through the roof
Oh, the cull of the fine collection, this is
Oh, the edict for the cull
Oh, the intent measured cull
Oh, the cull of the vibrant frontline
Has sifted through the commander’s whiskers
Has turned the commander’s lips black
Have turned Reddish, Darkened green,
His appearance twisted spiteful
His demeanour fashioned fiendish,
His manners moulded mean
His mien minted malicious
His aspect sculpted mischievous
His look cut to clinical precision
Cut for the dread of the burden
Of the prodigious trade
Of the cull
Of the energetic frontline
With no motives assigned
With no Elegies aligned
With no Requiems prescribed
But just speeches forbidden
But just grimaces outlined
But just snivels proscribed
…
We just woke up to the realities of our new
imposed states the large caskets that bore
the messages have been dumped on the
shores of shock for the clan
So, Elders are surveying
for the appropriate
moments for the terrible news
Elders are determined
to keep the worrying news
from the vibrant ears of the young
So the youth have designed
the tip-toe steps
to ferry them to the back of the fence
And their ears have tumbled
upon the terrible news…
THE GIFT ORCHESTRA OF TOM AND JERRY…
5 April, 2010; Accra; 8.20pm
We shall register our gratitude
On the sides of Kwahu Mountains
To send a message to Uncle Kwadjo
We shall graft our gratitude
In graffiti to be embossed
On the psyche of Kwahu Mountains
As a permanent paraphernalia
Of the churches’ Easter souvenir
Treasured beyond measure
Because we shall forever cherish
This special gift of an orchestra
Of Frosty Groggy Frog-like eye-balls
Of Dreary drunken demeanour
Of match-stick arms
Set on a matchbox chest
Set on wobbly legs
We thank you Uncle Kwadjo
For the grand eye-opening
For erecting for us the Monument
For installing for us the Hard Drives
For giving us the memory chip
For giving us the tunes melodious
For giving us the notes harmonious
For giving us the sound philosophy
For giving us the solid benchmarks
For giving us simple notes
of pleasing tunes
For giving us the draft
of the permanent template
For giving us the Magna Carta
of the greatest charade
of a beautiful orchestra
For giving us a lovely replica
of an enchanting act
For giving us an inkling
of the possible existence in reality
of the masqueraders
who look like real doctors,
as our hearts’ surgeons,
the true healers
of our hearts…