Book Title: How Morning Remembers the Night
Author: Ifésinàchi Nwádikè
Publisher: Winepress Publishing & Griots Lounge Publishing
Year: 2020
Pagination: 66
Reviewer: Iwuagwu Ikechukwu
The inextricability of literature and reality is a standard which gives literary pieces varying degrees of quality. Grief, sorrow, regret, joy and happiness amongst others are fabrics or components which lace our memories. Ifesinachi Nwadike’s 33 poem collection entitled How Morning Remembers the Night bares relentlessly the colour and mien of memories as regards to the poet, and by extension his immediate society. Ushering us in with an introit which in my view, is a painting with words which gives us a nutshell of this literary master piece, more or less a foreshadow, Nwadike shows his proclivity for activism and concern for one’s nation.
Grief came knocking on my heart’s door…
Grief of a comrade, in a hurry, No goodbyes…
Of activists, nationalists, patriots whose bloods, their nation’s root sprout in
Of jungle justice…
Of Ochanya, Leah and maidens plucked from the safety of home…. (11).
“A Deluge of Grief and Anguish,” the first part comprising of befitting tributes, Nwadike underscores this collection’s titular tryst to Nigerians and by extension Africans who share in this pizza of memories ranging from grief and sorrowful moments down to the cluelessness and evident wickedness of supposed leaders and to an extent, distinctive experiences with cupid’s arrows. As usual with unique and classic literary pieces, it seems like engaging in Sisyphus’s plight when posed with the challenge of selecting poems that can be termed the best in the collection; be that as it may, “Bang! Bang! Bang!”, “In Blood Day Light”, “Death Came Calling in the Guise of Pleasure”, “Memory is a Crust of Blood”, “Purple is the Colour of Mourning”, “The gods Missed You So Much”, “Graffiti on a Rebel’s Remains” reflect life’s intricacies, man’s inhumanity, sheer wickedness, ignorance and how their fangs have injected into the memory of the society its poisonous venom, which keeps spreading like cancer as we are forced to live with it till date.
Ochanya
against your will
death came calling
in the guise of pleasure…
these verses are the footfalls
of a horseman
marching in solidarity,
seeking justice for your spirit
each line is a loaded venom
stung into the heart of paedophiles
who relish in the mastication
of unripe fruits…. (27)
The idiocy and hatred which stirred the 1967-1970 pogrom and unripe exit of legends such as Pius Adesanmi, Stella Adadevoh, Esiaba Irobi amongst others isn’t left out as it makes this part of the collection an emotional one reawakening our memories to worthy souls and tragic happenstances that shouldn’t be forgotten in a hurry. “Denuded, Agwa sits supine” is yet another poem in this part which reflects a percentage of greater evil which religious fanaticism bequeathed to ignorant Africans by the white man whose double-edged blade of ignorance and foolishness has rent the tiny thread holding our beliefs together hence things falling apart.
On the other hand, “De-Money-Crazy”, “House of Legislathieves”, “Vision Infinity”, “Who Says We are Corrupt”, “These Baptisms Notwithstanding” through the poet’s excellent satirical stance, bare nude the extreme level of greed, naivety, and negligence of our leaders from the onset, and how it has boomeranged by plundering our nation into the chasm of destruction and retrogression needless to mention that these supposed leaders take pride in their proclivity of exhibiting ignorance with finesse. Example: Here, /it is government of the Legislooters/By the Executhieves and for the/Judisharing/Politrickal bugs/Milking the treasured breast of the/Nayshun… (45).
Perhaps in what I term a well-crafted resolution, Nwadike’s collection ends with the third part tagged Songbird where we see a buxom of praises and encomiums written in respect of inspirators, role models and worthy recipients who despite their varying fields ranging from the fraternity of the pen, politics to the enclave of cupid’s essence have distinguished themselves with astute uniqueness and excellence; hence, of great significance to the poet. “On this Eve of Sprouting Madness” and “As Leak-Proof as the Scrotum” are clearly metaphorical poems in honour of distinguished literary giants cum role models whose greyish wisdom in the literary world has gone a long way in piloting the poet’s growth like the farmer to the yam tendrils, he praises these bards for their blunt roles in reeling him out from the chasm of naivety.
Niyi
Your words
Broke the virginity
Of my curtained eyeballs
It now sees beyond the standpoint
Of the possessor…
I
Wait
By the oblong door
To
Be given the armour
Of initiates…. (58-59).
“From a Limitless Smoldering,” furthermore, praises Chimamanda Adichie’s unwavering inclination towards the deconstruction of the age-long societal madness of gender inequality while “They Feasted on A Minority” reawakens a memory that hunts all who played a role in it creation. Underscoring the assertion which states that the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know, Nwadike simultaneously mourns and praises a former leader of this nation who is clearly a saint when placed side by side with his contemporaries by relating his plight laced with grotesque and unjust gestures.
A Parliament of vultures
Gathered to feast on a minority
The hegemonic mob clobbered and left to die
A cacophony of hate and remedial greed
You left before dusk
From the house
Where you were forbidden to stay the night
Now they have realized
That the water needs not be clean
To quench a fire… (62)
“Sweet Scent of Citrus” solidifies the possibility of finding true love in this time of materialistic based relationships and heartbreaks as even the poet had his own fair share.
Nwadike’s use of figurative expressions, friendly diction, imageries, enjambments and transliteration obviously cuts him out as a seasoned bard whose pen dances not just to the informative drumbeats of literature but also to its informative persona. It is equally not false to assert that the average reader can resonate completely with not less than twenty poems in this collection, it is therefore not an overemphasis to imply that How Morning Remembers the Night recalled our memories almost dozing off upon the bed of history back to reality. It’s a must on every bookshelf!
—————————————————–
Iwuagwu Ikechukwu is an African poet, a graduate of English and Literary studies. His poems won the Poetry Nook weekly contest and got an honourable mention respectively, which are now in the fifth volume paperback edition of the Poetry Nook anthology, available on amazon. His short story was awarded an honourable mention in the IHRAF Creators of Justice Award in New York – 2020 edition. His works have been published in literary magazines across the world.
