Apr 14, 2013

Wole Soyinka visits George Mason University

Wole Soyinka reads from his work at George Mason University

Lakunle:"Let me take it"
Sidi: "No!"
Lakunle: "Let me" (seizes the pail. Some water spills on him).
Sidi: (laughs) "There! wet for your pains. Have you no shame?"
Lakunle: "That is what the stew pot said to the fire"

Opening scene from The Lion and The Jewel a play by Wole Soyinka

For weeks this script run its course in our home. Our lazy afternoons were spiced with rehearsals as my sister incorporated us into a mini production. She had been selected to act the role of Sidi in the play, The Lion and The Jewel. Sidi is the beautiful belle in llujinle village being wooed by Baroka the village lad and Lakunle the educated young man. As she weighs the two potential lovers, the influence of education on African culture spills through the lines.

Our literature syllabus in the 90’s was strongly influenced by great African writers: Chinua Achebe; “Things Fall Apart”, “God’s bit’s of Wood”, “No longer At Ease” and Wole Soyinka’s plays: “The Trials of Brother Jero”, “Kongi’s Harvest”, “Death and The Kings Horseman”. These are the fathers of African literature. Writers who sought political asylum for communicating the perils in society through soft forms that made for good entertainment but also identified the glaring problems.
Plays by Wole Soyinka were on the UACE literature syllabus and on our book shelf. We laughed at his humor in The Trials of Brother Jero but noted the hypocrisy of so called preachers all around us.

As a literature student growing up in the 90's Wole Soyinka’s plays; "The Trials of Brother Jero" and "Kongi’s Harvest" were core to our Literature syllabus. We explored the themes of neo colonialism and the influence of Christian religion on traditional Africa. We discussed plot and structure; humor and satire as means of communicating the issues of society. Literature and English students all over the African continent read, laughed and pondered Soyinka's plays. More than the entertainment, our success depended on grasping these ideas and presenting them in the exam.

Wole Soyinka with literature students and attendees

As part of their International week, the Global Affairs department at George Mason University, invited Wole Soyinka for a panel discussion and a reading. I cancelled all plans for the day and got there as fast as I could. 30 minutes to the start of the event, the hall was nearly empty, I confirmed with the people sprinkled in the front seats that indeed I was in the right place. Publicity was poor, I could only imagine the scramble if Wole visited Uganda.

My eyes lit up as he walked onto the stage, his signature white hair filled his head like one big cotton ball. We clapped and sat in reverence, leaning forward to shut out any distraction. The 6 foot representation of academic success, acknowledged universally by the presentation of the Nobel prize for Literature in 1986. This African man, who broke stereo types and placed Africa on the map, showed that we too were an intelligent race.  

Akinwande Oluwole Soyinka, know more commonly as Wole Soyinka was born on July 13, 1934 in Abeokuta village Nigeria. He eagerly talked about his life events as though they were folk tales and we like grand children gathered around a fire at story time, sat attentively to drink in all the wisdom that we could gain in his presence. His humor transcends his work,
"I escaped on a motor bike through the Nadeco route" he said referring to the time he fled Nigeria which was under the oppressive dictatorship of President Sani Abacha.  He said Abacha pronounced a death sentence on him but he denied him the pleasure of hanging a Nobel laureate.

Prior to that Soyinka spent 22 months in solitary confinement because he protested the military dictatorship in Nigeria. No warden could speak to him, they were under strict orders to feed him and provide his supply of cigarettes. But an empty small room could not confine the numerous thoughts bubbling in Soyinka's mind; he turned the cigarette foils and toilet paper into mini writing pads, and somehow managed to manufacture ink. He turned his environment into allies - the mind is capable of incredible ingenious under pressure. As with any system, he found the loop holes and had his books smuggled into his cell where he wrote his poems in between the white lines. Now I know, experience makes a man. 

Wole Soyinka answers questions from an attentive audience

When asked about his favorite writing location he said it was his home in Nigeria. He added that any place and any time is a great to write but one needs to close out the world around and concentrate. This comes with a sacrifice he said, that means in many cases you will be the last to know what is happening in the world. He cited the time in 2001 when he was traveling to the United States and was so engrossed in his work when the plane landed in Buenos Aires. On inquiry as to why they were there he was told two jet planes had been hijacked and crashed into the twin towers - 9/11.

As for Africans in the diaspora he had one piece of advice "Don't lose touch with your home country". He recommended a visit for several months a year, to engage and offer free services in one's profession. "You can't lose who you are" he said
His humor, intellectual brilliance and awareness of the world around him shown through.

His poems were intellectual, some were hard to understand but I certainly got the sense that there were profound ideas being communicated. But listening to him read them out loud, made them more palatable.

Apr 2, 2013

The Moon and Eye

Over the passed few weeks I have taken pictures of the moon. It is an incredible piece of God's creation: Beautiful. Majestic. Calm. Elegant. Gentle. Steady. Bright. Perfectly shaped.
Full moon

Moon behind branches
Half moon - simply incredible

Crescent moon through branches

Mar 31, 2013

HAPPY EASTER!

Your eyes locked in a loving gaze
Words were not necessary - You had been chosen
Papa’s heart was breaking but you knew It had to be done.
A decision soaked in Love and Mercy,
Grace and Compassion,
Sorrow and Pain,
And Passion – a mission!

Wrapped in swaddling cloth and held in the delicate but firm hands of a maiden.
Though she was naïve and inexperienced you saw obedience, desire and wisdom.
How did you feel dressed in human flesh? - A “made-in-your-likeness” baby?
You! Perfectly God yet perfectly man.

32 years on, your purpose unfolded
12 simple men by your side, questioning, always questioning,
Crowds following, some smiling, some sneering
Ladies reaching for your cloak, emptying perfume jars on your feet,
Eager to hear you, feed you and wash your feet with their tears.

The donkey and the Palms
The 12 simple men at the dinner
The garden – bleeding with sorrow
The betrayal
The interrogation
The denial
The crown of thorns
The flogging
The wood plunks, heavy on your back
The excruciating journey up the hill
The nails in your hands and feet
The gush in your side
Aaaah!

Papa turned away
Deserted you to bear it all
You became sin, but you hadn’t sinned
Alone, wounded, mocked, despised
The last breath and you were gone.

What happened down under?
What did you there?
What did you see?

Three days later
You came forth
The stone was rolled away
The BATTLE won
You took the keys of death and hell

Now I immerse myself in your blood,
I use your Name – the password to Life
Your obedience paid my ransom - bought my freedom

You are coming again, do not tarry I pray
But that I would be ready when you return.

© Mary 2010

HAPPY EASTER!

Mar 23, 2013

Casting Crowns - Acoustic Session

I fueled the car, set my GPS and drove over 70 miles to the little town of Williams port in Maryland.The fear of venturing so far on my own was overcome by the passion for my No.1 gospel band; Casting Crowns, The Acoustic Session, Live.

I took the dive when I found out they would be some place reachable and it was well worth it.
Casting Crowns is a contemporary christian rock band birthed out of youth ministry. Their songs, mostly written by lead vocalist Mark Hall, are strung around his walk with God and relationships with the young people he mentors. I like that they are relevant, they know how to organize a nice piece of music that not only leads one to dance but also draws hearts to worship.


The lyrics to their songs are often right on cue, like warm rays of sunlight on a cold and windy day.
Once I was mourning with an in-law/friend  who had just lost his mother, when "... I will praise you in this storm, I will lift my hands, You are who You are no matter where I am and every tear I've cried You hold in Your hands You never left my side and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm"  seemed most appropriate.

When I questioned events in my life and wondered how God was working, I was encouraged to hear "...But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth
"


By 6:30pm, I was seated and ready for the concert to begin. When they walked on stage I was screaming on the inside, my heart was doing curt wheels. I was out of breath but I managed to clap in a dignified fashion, never mind that in a mass of a few thousand white faces, black people like myself could easily be spotted. I didn't want to add my black madness to the already unique situation.














I loved that over and above the fun and worship, Mark pointed us to Jesus and encouraged us to "Come to the well". We are like empty holes and only Jesus can satisfy continuously and completely.


At 10:00pm I was on the road again, content with time well spent and praying for journey mercies back to my family.

Mar 8, 2013

To be a girl or a boy, is that the question?

The human race has officially lost it!
It is time to go home! The longer we stay on earth, the more warped we become.

We are intelligent beings, evolving, creating and improving our lives. However we are prone to go off at  tangents that live us primitive once again.
When a man confidently declares that "Gender has some fluidity" and listening crowds nod in agreement, that is the moment I conclude that life as I knew it has changed for ever. When the fundamentals of creation, the identity of being male and female begin to shake, when doubts challenge the essence of the male and female gender giving room for gray areas, I realize we are in trouble. The thought that gender can be altered leaves my stomach in knots.
Gen 1:27 
   So God created mankind in his own image,
    in the image of God he created them;
    male and female he created them.


At the age of 4 I earnestly wanted to be a boy. Nothing felt more right. Inside, I felt like a boy. The energy to kick and be extremely wild brewed within. Freedom from chores and dainty behavior suited me perfectly. I hang out with the boys hoping that perhaps by proxy I would change.I climbed trees and played soccer. I wore pants as often as I could. I liked the idea of being rough and tumble - I still do. But society had rules that shaped me, rules that brought to my conscience that because I had a certain design, I needed to represent that design. I learned that it was not my parents who decided my gender - God did, so I took it up with Him. I thought if perhaps I prayed hard and often enough He would switch the "gear" but I still had accidents using the toilet while standing. Perhaps if I insisted on wearing those pants and keeping my hair short people would forget I was girl and I would be accepted among the boys.In fact the name Mark would have suited me just fine. But the truth of the matter is, it didn't work. I was a girl, I'm still a girl.
 I struggled with my gender and felt frustrated at times but I realized that some "things" were not going to change. God created me a girl and it was final. I eventually grew out of the urge.

Now I'm told it can be surgically fixed. We can raise our angry fists at God and tell Him to be more careful next time. Show Him how it's done. The movies about creating human beings in laboratories are not that strange any more.
So if I took matters in my own hands, is it possible that I could have been that nice guy?. Wouldn't God's handy work have to be undone all the way? And is that possible? Can we become our own creators? Can we change spirit, mind, soul and body? Is body just a frame and the essence of a human being the soul?

I love being a girl. God planned my life to the last detail; I married a nice young man and I am the mother of two awesome children. HAPPY WOMENS DAY by the way.
Would that have happened if I insisted on correcting "God's error"?  Showing Him He in fact didn't know what he was doing creating me a girl?. If I embraced the attitude that " I can do this all by myself", If I asked God to step aside and watch while I handled me, just to give Him a few pointers for His next experiment, I wonder how things would have turned out.

God helped me embrace the beauty of creating me the way I am.
He knit me together in my mothers womb. Before I came into existence, He knew me. So even though I may battle some things, I find rest in surrender. I will not understand everything but I trust that He has my best interests at heart. If I renew my mind in His word and believe He has good plans for me, then I will sit tight and run to Him when my world is spinning. No body understands me the way He does, He created me. And just like car manufacturers recall faulty cars to their dealers, I think we should have a discussion with the manufacturer when we think He has messed up with our parts instead of running to the mechanic.
 The mechanic may patch things up but there will still be lots of car trouble and you will be forever bound to him, let alone the risks of fatal accidents.
The creator may not give you  new parts but He'll help you work with what you have. He doesn't promise perfection and a happy life but He promises to walk with us on this uneven road.To give us what we need, not necessarily what we want, for He knows his creation best.

So when the parents of a 6 year old boy support sex change surgery because he is "trapped" in the wrong body, I fear. I fear for his future, I think he is too young to make such a drastic decision, I think he doesn't have the right to make such a decision in the first place. If he regrets it after puberty will there be a reversal at that point?

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