Twisted Slogging Apparitions…In the Hazy Glint: A Collection of ‘Crispy’ Poems, Vol. 1-3
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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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Twisted Slogging Apparitions…In the Hazy Glint - Sue Kappa
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AUTHOR’S ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
As usual readers will understand that I have to acknowledge the giver and the supplier or the ‘Procurement Director’ who ensures that my spine is supplied unlimited oil to be able to keep me up for hours in the day writing the songs He has sent his angels to deposit on my compound for the past three decades. I give glory to God 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 display of the vibrant, authentic, unmistakable and indescribable fluidity of literary creativity and imagination, which affected me wholly from the first day I encountered Things Fall Apart, No Longer at Ease and Arrow of God. Stumbling upon the works of Professors Kofi Anyidoho, Wole Soyinka and Kwesi Yankah and the late Professor Kofi Nyidevu Awoonor has both inspired and taught me ‘how to carve it, and say it’. In my estimation, these giants, and many others 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 Mr Badasu from Kpando my Class One teacher and all my teachers, especially 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 dear mother Rosina Afua Gu-Dzansi and dear sisters Mawuse Abra Norgbe, Edna Norgbe, Gifty Norgbe and Francisca Suetor Norgbe for the moral and spiritual support during my formative years. To Esi Amissah for the endless bouts of hilarious laughter we have shared, which opened the tap wide for more ‘songs’ to flow from the ‘feisty’ 90s. That memorable stroll from Bepong to Mpraeso in 1998, would forever remain an indelible impression engraved on the mind. To the late Joshua Chester Fiawoo and Pascal Akpitse, two irreplaceable bosom friends, who have been called to join the ‘Church Triumphant’, Rest in the bosom of the Lord. I can never forget your staunch support in years past. To a true friend, Richard ‘Vanity’ Osei, I owe a debt of gratitude. Kojo Gbongbo and family, your support has kept me strong. Nelson Appiah, our ‘Doctor’ and my friend and brother, Dr. Senyo Adzei, for being there always, I Thank You. Great Friend, Margaret Akpene Attipoe, Your analysis and appreciation of my ‘songs’ from our Legon days, from August, 2005, has been infinite inspiration. Twin brother, Rev. Fr. Dr. Paul Attah Agbodza, my brothers Frank Norgbe, Bright Norgbe, Napoleon Dzansi and Pastor Delali Dzansi, my dad, Augustine Philip Agbodza and uncle Victor ‘Spaceman’ Agbodza, my sister Joan Agbodza and children, my sister Doris Agbodza-Ocansey, and family, Adede and Korkor Ocansey, William Agbodza (Jr) and the team; Prince, Joy, Collins, and Princess Ama Agbodza and Eric Agbodza and family, Fred Dzikunoo and my dear sister Gifty Gu-Dzikunoo, Elikem and Elinam Dzikunoo, Sika Anabillah-Smith and family, Mr Alfred Addo and Mrs Pearl Agbedo-Addo, Sabina, Jay and Etornam Addo, you are all appreciated here for the support and the prayers. To Rev. Joy Dake and family, Pastor Jeremiah and family, new entrant full of song and laughter, Bubune, and Dina, Pamela, Princess, Peace and Mama Rose, your great support is acknowledged here. Salome, Joseph Aboagye, Evans (Van Es), Gertrude Kugblenu, Evelyn Adodoadzi (my new assistants), Esther Thosaliv, Confidence Kakraba and Harrison Paul Adjimah, I appreciate the inestimable moral, technical and administrative support. I Thank You all. My Twin sisters, Misper and Mavis Apawu, Kelvin Dzogbenyuie Attah, Godson Sepah and David Adzoe, your efforts, readiness, and the tirelessness in running the errands, all are bundled together and forever etched in Gold. Thank You.
FOREWORD
The opportunity offered by poetry as a vibrant form of communication through which the frustrations of the poor and the depressed can be expressed imbues me with confidence that all the outlets of free self-expression cannot be closed by a strange occurrence. Suffice to point out that some might have issues with the lengthy titles, and poems. But equally important to note is my investment in the belief that if a work of art is subjected to very rigid rules of conformity, it could lose the vital tag as ‘work inspired by the creative instinct’. One of the reasons I have stuck with Xlibris is the fact they have granted me the liberty to work within the full reaches of the exploratory circle of my instincts to cast and mold the way I desire my ‘songs’ to be poured out. Meanwhile, I am not oblivious of the point that, I have an embedded onus to be cognizant of the fact that beneath that freedom is the obligation to keep to ‘rules of engagement’, to be decorous. These poems written in the free verse mode illustrate the extent of freedom assumed by the African free verse style to register feelings, thoughts and ideas without restraint in a public performance. Sometimes, the ‘performer’ enters a ‘reckless rant’ style on the streets. It is observable that, the style identified here unconsciously follows in the tracks of other older African poets such as J. Pepper-Clark, Wole Soyinka, O. M. Mtshali, Tim Wangusa who would just go ahead and shrink the awe on your face and post a package of a surprise twist on your forehead. Some would rate this style as being ‘raw’ and ‘overly frank’ in the manner of Marvell, Wordsworth and Donne. But it is not designed to depict their unique styles. This is the attention-grabbing, African street-rant style, established as an old trade by the town crier who beats the gong to relay messages from the leadership of the community. It could shock you on your feet, strangle your coyness and dismantle your disinterest. It could arrest your interest and gobble in your ‘complicity and involvement’. It could keep your attention locked in. It could jostle you out of lethargy and rattle your body out of its state of sleepiness. It could foist on your drowsy eyes a vibrant scenery and trouble your eardrums restlessly. It could tickle your heart to stand straight up and quietly hum, ‘oooh!’ This style of the deep and extensive treatment of subject matter does not simply emanate from the desire of the poet to just flow without knowing where to stop. Rather, it depicts the tendency to encircle the subject and deal with it whole, clawing in all the loose strands and giving each part adequate treatment until his instincts hold the brakes and order him, Peace, ho! End it there! As a combination of styles can be identified here, the persona sometimes enters a pensive mood and reflects, at other times, he goes all-out onto the streets to shout out his frustrations unrestrained. The poems here were written between the 1990s and 2020AD. Twisted Slogging Apparitions…in the Hazy Glint (Vol. 1-3) (October, 2020) published by Xlibris is a three-in-one volume anthology consisting of 73 poems. Originally, each volume was separately collected as the different titles of the volumes depict. These are: Volume 1, A Bowl of Petals …of Hollywood Honeymoon Blues; Volume 2, Casting Our Visages Ready …for the Glossy Loss Looming, and Volume 3, Searching Frenetic in the Dark Groove …for the Bill of Laden. The themes of these poems cut across social, political and economic spheres of life. Serious issues are bundled and presented in the mood of jollity to tickle our imagination and jolt us into realization of our folly and lethargy or just open to us the pages of the facts of our vulnerability. Specifically, the three volumes have tackled, among others, the following themes; Neglect, Self-conceitedness, Regret, Fear, Recklessness, Irresponsibility, Deceit, Anxiety of fathers, Conviviality, Uniqueness of the individual, the importance of Decorous Conduct, the pursuit of the Vain, the Inevitability of Death, Loss, effect of Climate Change, Resignation to Fate, Loneliness, Destitution, Globalization, Sloppiness, Self-aggrandizement, Fortitude, Nature and Insecurity in the conjugal union. This collection follows on the heels of three earlier collections (all by Xlibris) The Song That is Stuck …in My Throat, (Vol. 1-3) and (Vol. 4-6) and Booming Bursts of Bloated Balloons at the Baiting Beach, (Vol. 1-3). Upcoming is the collection of predominantly long citations named A Dab of a Film of the Fragrance …of a Rose, (Vol. 1-3).
VOLUME 1
A BOWL
…OF
PETALS
OF
HOLLYWOOD
HONEYMOON
BLUES
CONTENTS
Just Tune Your Ears …to the Songster’s Songs…
When Your Pharaoh is Gone…For Good…
PUBLIC NOTICE: Cancellation of an Apology
There’s No Siblinghood in this Matter, Ma Sister!
Help, Mr. Commander, I Can’t Find My Babe…
Oh, You’re a Non-Communicant, Are You a Witch Then?
Do Not Trample Under Foot Your Important Jewels…
You Can’t Just Alight, and Walk Away…Like That…
I’m Just Cooking a Dumpling…
‘Old Man Boggie’; The Face of Old Age…
The Grenade of a Final Good Bye… of a Kiss…
#FBI|SS, Please Help Us Find Uncle Debbo’s Daughter…
Please Help Save Princess Sidie…
‘Please, Have You Seen My Daughter?’…
The Tricky Category of TCA (Terms & Conditions Apply)…
Hollywood Honeymoon Blues Are Raining …Get on Board
The 66Ahms Poolside Fiesta for 13-16-Year Old Girls…
Please, Follow the Rules of Engagement in Warfare
UN Soldier! We Salute You
Will the Quality in Me Ever Again Be Witnessed?
Telephone Conversation: Re-Ignited, Re-Loaded…
What if I’m Just Bold, and Bubbly …and Beautiful…?
Oh, I Don’t Want to Compose a Song Any More…
I am the Gatigot 68042.png …
JUST TUNE YOUR EARS
TO THE HEARTBEAT
OF THE SONGSTER’S SONGS…
16 February, 2018; Ho
Do not throw away
the real rinds Of the fruit…
The sour integuments
Your heart might yearn to discard
Might harbor The vital ingredient
And the saving nutrients,
Therefore,
Please, just do not ignore
the little tapping Of the foot,
Do not throw away the whistling Of the wind,
For you might never know
The little insignificant tunes
Deposited Located
Dropped Dumped
in the Songster’s song…
To save a flaccid wilting heart…
Therefore, tune your mind
into attentive position,
and Hear the words …in your soul
when the Songster sings…
Interpret them right
Match each word
to their true conduct
And decipher in fitting measure
The veracity Of its claims
And the soul Of its content…
But, do not be content
just to Misunderstand,
Misconstrue, Misrepresent
The content Of the song…
Do not play on the slight twist Of tongue
To carve a wayward denotation
Just to shame…
Please, For your sake,
Just note such light misdemeanor
Such as could drive
a wedge between you two…
As such will not incite
the stirring Of the passion
Will not lead to the thrust Of the song
Reaching down to the deep reaches Of your soul…
So, Just paste the graffiti Of my entreaty
On the wall Of your heart…
Go ahead, whet the soft bristles
Of the delicate nerves
Of the tympanic membrane…
And sharpen to the apex
Their retentive propensities…
So, the next time the shadow
Of the songster
Falls on your courtyard
Open the full volume
Of the wide reaches
Of your cringing eardrums
Deliberately Rusticate your doubts
Consciously Masticate the moods
in appropriate tempo…
Vigorously rev-up your senses …
Utilize the chance
to regurgitate the motions…
And Do Not fall into the trap to misread
to misjudge
to trample upon
The Genuine lyrics
Of the pleasant tunes
From the plain mind
From the adoring heart
Of a passionate songster…
That is why I have set out today
Just to let you know
Just tune your tympanic membrane
To the heart Of the songs
And let the words take seat deep
In the bosom Of your soul…
Ah, you just must know
It is vital for me to let you know
When the Songster sings
You must hear the words
Deeply set in the bosom
Of your soul…
Else, You will miss out
The salient circuits in the cords
Of the connecting circuits
Of the Songster’s heart
In his song…
And you would forever miss out
The harmonious chords
Of the soul-lifting melodies
In the hundreds
Of his crispy songs…
Else, you can simply miss out on how
the Songster’s soul is fixed firm,
Is planted deep in the midst
Of song…
WHEN YOUR PHARAOH IS
GONE…FOR GOOD…
[Dedicated to: Diego Costa
and All Other Players
and Protégés Inadvertently ‘Deserted’
By their Mentors]
17 September, 2019; 8.30pm; Sokode Gborga
There is
a truly terrible feeling that No One,
that No Soul
should ever pray for
to encounter to desire
to meet to embrace
ever in life…
but, that, which everyone
should be prepared for,
as, its possibility
is a reality waiting
at the corner…
Eei, it could really be horrible
it could be terribly dreadful
this awful thing
to lose
your great mentor
not unavoidably to death…no!
But, rather, sad to recount,
a neatly packaged combo
of possible options
may have resulted, all
of a sudden
inescapably…
might just be a self-desired,
might just be
an initiated relocation or
a ‘wicked’ transfer or
a retirement
at the attainment
of the compulsory age
with their huge influence and
charm and
opinion and
position
as the compassionate traffic cop
suddenly indecorously
unceremoniously removed, or
swiftly brutally transformed
within a twinkle
of an eye
into cursed baggage bundled,
dumped into discarded cargo and
segregated and
labelled and
christened
even without the benefit
of a pious church baptismal;
stale
non-conformist
irrelevant
disbanded
rejected…
so cheekily reduced to
crumpled
squeezed pieces
of useless paper
and trodden debris
expertly urgently swept and
quickly collected
from the fine ambiance
of the porcelain tiled floor
to prevent a careless devastating
contagion
must at all cost be prevented,
must be pushed violently,
must be hauled onto
the conveyor belt,
must be pushed slowly
psychologically
towards Hades…
hey,
I didn’t say Hell,
No!
So their memory
would be stashed away and
rested securely safe
within the abyss
of oblivion…
Oh, please,
prompt the songster
To remove the shiny laces’
flamboyant swinging
prick him lightly
as an urgent