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Edwardsville by Heart

Published. November 2018

Buy at Central Books

 

“This book is an artistic map disguised as a volume of poetry.” —Howard Rambsy II, Professor of English, Southern Illinois University Edwardsville

In form and content, this is a convincing collection of travel verse tinged with nostalgia. I enjoyed the empathy, hilarity, and curiosity of these poems.” —Uche Nduka, author of Ijele.

“Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sún gives us fresh eyes to see what we thought was familiar, allows us to contemplate what it means to be a stranger, what it means to belong, what it means to learn and to teach, to listen and to speak. —Geoff Schmidt, author of Out of Time (University of North Texas Press).

Edwardsville by Heart, brilliantly and attentively paints an inclusive sense of encounter with a new place and a different people through perspectives which are at once inquisitorial and acquiescent, with uncommon tenderness and insight, amplifying in the process the wonder and transmutability of the experience of human connection with foreignness and difference.” —Peter Akinlabí, author of Iconography

“Kola’s creations are nuanced just as an artist performs and captures a mood to immortalize moments. He effortlessly transforms complex issues into sensory, breathtaking images and music. With his authentic and electric voice, I consider him one of the best contemporary Nigerian poets.” — Unoma Azuah, Professor of Creative Writing, and Writing Instructor at the Illinois Institute of Art, Chicago, IL

“The nomadic drive of this book propels the reader through the exploration of self as home, as nation, as language, as love and as displacement… it is the journey that holds it together.” — Chris Abani, author of GraceLand and Sanctificum.

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Behind the Door, a short story

(published in African Roar – An Anthology. 2009).”

African Roar: An eclectic anthology of African Authors. Selected from the StoryTime Ezine and edited by Emmanuel Sigauke & Ivor W. Hartmann, published by The Lion Press Ltd. and StoryTime.

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What reviewers said…

“The author uses a straightforward story telling style combined with a controlled voice and well handled characters who are carefully manipulated to advance the tale. Every scene works well to give that sense of compactness; the author has a clear mastery of the voice he has chosen to assume and moulds a neat story dabbed here and there with tints of intellectualism. ” – Critical Literature Review (2009)

“In Behind the Door, Kola Tubosun deploys his trademark penchant for teasing the wondrous out of the ordinary in a cute story about waiting for the results of an HIV/AIDS test in Nigeria… an affecting story.” – Ikhide Ikheloa

“In his story Behind the Door, a young man takes a life altering decision when he goes for an HIV test. Myths and facts are fused as the young man waits to know his status. You just have to read on to find out what happens to his fear and confusion as the moment of truth descends on him.” – Zeblon Nsingo.

“The writer packs enough suspense in(to) the story…” – Nana Fredua-Agyeman

“And then, there was the final scene of the story, which is powerful in it’s simplicity.” – Solomon Sydelle

“It is humorous without being frivolous or tasteless and has a serious undertone without in any way moralizing. It opens with a nonchalant, sophisticated tone… (and) the end is fittingly serious and thought provoking… this story would be a valuable addition to any high school syllabus since it presents the facts and an impetus for discussion in an ingeniously unstuffy and undidactic way.” Elinore Morris

“Tubosun’s way of narrating the story without muddling it up with unnecessary flash-backs eliminates the banality that is normally associated with such a story… In “Behind the Door, his mastery of creating suspense as a writing skill pays off greatly in gluing the reader’s attention to it.” Joseph Omotayo

“…it’s a nicely flowing piece, youthful and with a hint of the tragic at the same time. A universal story with an African setting, capturing one episode in a perpetual tragedy humans are dealing with all over. As a work of art, it has the ease and playfulness of O’henry, and a kind of twist that calls Maupassant to memory.”  – Abdul Adan

“When (the character) retreats within himself, his conscious is allowed to expand, and so, too, does the writing, Tubosun’s sentences uncoiling like languorous snakes willing to take their time to reach their destination.” Damian Kelleher

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Headfirst into the Meddle

HEADFIRST INTO THE MEDDLE, (March 2005) Chapbook published by Khalam Collective, Jericho, Ibadan

ABOUT THE BOOK

      Heavy paces of annual contrition

      Have trekked like peasant armies on a sea of evil heads

      On thousand squelching grains of stone

      As small rocks of war

 

‘On winning the prestigious Okigbo Poetry Prize of the University of Ibadan, the judges had remarked: “with such a transgressive scope of theme, a ‘nuanced’ and textured language overlaying an experimental structure, Kola Tubosun holds promise for the emergent tradition of poetry among young Africans.”

But the current collection seems to tear off the moorings of even those early beginnings, yielding in its wake a craft so unsuspecting, yet needling the crest and trough of daily living.

A suspicion: the poet’s unbound ancestry of influences ranges from echoes and refrains of the neo-classical though without constraints on the vision of subject matter, through the rebellious penchant of the romantic, even the tendentious in sub-cultural feel and registers. He evokes them with passion, and a rare sarcasm that gestures at traditional Africa’s notion of the capacity of aesthetics to neutralize thwarting energies.’

Sola Olorunyomi (Phd), Ibadan.

 

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Edo North: Field Studies of the Languages and Lands of the Northern Edo
edited by Francis O. Egbokhare, Kola Olatubosun and Matthew Emmerson

Travelling

ChicagoSome things are just plain wierd, occasionally funny, depending on who you ask. Nigeria is a country, as is the Republic of Benin, or Togo, or even Gambia. Those other countries are almost as big, or as small, as some “states” in Nigeria; small enough, sometimes, to be called a local government in such a “big country” as Nigeria. But that is talking about geographical size. In population, Nigeria seems to dwarf them all. It is said that one in every five Africans is a Nigerian. Then I went to the US and found that the Nigerian country by geographical dimension is the size of Texas – one out of fifty American states. The truth, of course is that Texas is a country of its own with distinct history, language and culture.

What am I driving at here? I have spent almost three decades in Nigeria and could say that there are so many places that I’ve never been, that form a big part of the country’s history. Yet in one year of an exchange programme, I saw more places in a different country than I’ve seen in mine. Guilt form this, in part, has motivated my desire to see as many places in Nigeria as are important either for history, or for recreation. Lagos alone has more recreational landmarks than can even be counted on two hands, and yet many of us busy folks in day jobs spend so little time exploring them.

Badagry

Who has been to Whispering Palms? I got a chance to go there as an undergraduate, but didn’t take it. Could this be the appropriate time? What about Seme, the trade town in the neighbouring Republic of Benin? What about Obudu in Cross River state or the Tinapa trade zone? What about Kano and its ancient city walls? What of the slave castle in Elmina, Ghana, or the old markets in Timbuktu, Mali? What makes a country is not just the people, but the history and a repository of lore passed down from generations to generations. And they abide in the monuments, and old landmarks. And as difficult as it might turn out to be, it is my resolve to connect myself to the very many spaces that make Nigeria and us its people the kind of people we are, beginning now.

Yet, the last time I invited an old friend from Delta to come with me on my planned journey back to Jos where we both had our Youth Service, his reaction was unrehearsed and spontaneous: “Why didn’t you invite me when you were going to the US?” or was it, “Why don’t you invite me when you’re going back to the United States instead?” ? Just when I thought it could be exciting.

From the E to the L

The journey back home started with a short trip to St. Louis in company of a friend, and a Professor from my University who had graciously volunteered to give me a ride. Not having slept at all throughout the previous night, I succumbed to sleep many times before I found myself – quite in time – at the Lambert Airport, again. After removing my shoes and jacket, and after checking in the two big bags that I was permitted to check in, I hopped on the plane to discover that I had got a window-side seat once more.

I’ve never understood this, and right now I know that it’s more than just a mere coincidence that EVERY time I have travelled by plane throughout the last ten months, I got a window-side seat. The flight was booked for me by the Fulbright people so I believe that someone must have delighted in placing me at the best spot for action on flight. I thank him/her. By the time I got on the next plane from NY to France as well, I was on the window-side again, although on a different side of the plane. And needless to say, I slept off before take-off in those two instances. There goes the hope of the Fulbright flight arrangement officer for a detailed report of a plane take-off from St. Louis and New York City. Sorry pal :). I however got a good shot of the landings. I’m thinking of making a Youtube video of them, but don’t bet on seeing them soon. My internet here doesn’t even do well with uploading pictures, so videos are out of it.

I was in New York long enough to have a decent meal of the day in good company of a friend and fellow Fulbright teacher in NY who had agreed to meet me, and then I headed out. No thanks again to the special arrangement of my flight officer, I didn’t have enough time to visit the supposed charming city of lights. Come on, was an eight-hour layover too much to ask for? 🙁 In any case, now you have your wish, I’m now at home thinking of how much fun I could have had visiting Time’s Square, checking out Ground Zero, The Empire State Building and the United Nations’ Building. What about the Statue of Liberty, the Metropolitan Museums and Long Island? Well, you can have your New York City. I’ll keep my Chicago memories.

We at least have Oprah and Obama! Who do you have? And don’t tell me Letterman.

More Lagos – Noise!

This fast city, known for its dirt as for its fast cars, runs on adrenaline. Panting for air in the back of a rickety bus of uneven metals, one wonders where exactly everyone is rushing to. I had this same feeling in Chicago, but not while in a public bus. Compared to my little village in Edwardsville, Lagos feels like hell on steroids. I’ve told you about the noise, right? When you’re not being deafened by the generators from every household that have resorted to using them to supplement electricity supply, you are being hassled on the road by incorrigibly noisy vendors on the road, bus conductors, and bus drivers with lead hands on vehicle horns. Aaaargh! Give me Cougar Village. Or, at least, give me Ibadan for now.

In my room at Cougar Village, I have never put the volume of my computer up higher than 50% of the total volume, and it was always loud enough to be heard at the front door from my room on the other end of the apartment. Right now in my sister’s house, with roaming children, a roaring fan and a rumbling generator, I can barely hear anything even at my Dell Vostro 1510’s loudest volume level.

When we talk about Climate change, we have always incorrectly assumed that the culprits are big oil corporations in the Niger Delta, or big industries in developed countries. Ask me now, and I’ll tell you that fumes from Lagos generators and commuting vans, and so much of this useless noise contribute even more to the degradation of the environment. And we say the Atlantic Ocean is now encroaching on the Lagos Island through the Bar Beach. Why won’t it? The amount of heat generated by these machines should be enough to deplete even more of the ozone layer. And what about the dirt, plastic bags on roadsides that will eventually find their ways into gutters and clog the flow of water when it rains? Well, there are some working trash cans, but are there sufficient implementation of laws regarding proper waste disposals? Are there such laws to begin with? And does anyone obey them?

My suggestions would include more road signs, stop signs, speed limit signs, traffic lights, required speedometer laws for each vehicle, and a ban on all honking throughout the day. As for the generators, there’s no solution yet although I could say let’s scrap them all totally, and force everyone to get solar panels – after all, we have the sun in abundance. The world is moving everyday towards new clean sources of energy: wind, and solar. Not only to reduce pollution, it will also reduce noise, which I believe must account for much of the disruptive behavioural patterns we see manifest in much of our public life.

Pictures coming soon. Apparently I’m not as used to whipping out my camera on the streets as I was a few months ago.

Places

Here are the reports of a few of the most interesting places of interest I’ve been in the last ten months, with pictures. Enjoy.

Boston

Cahokia

Chicago, and Chicago

Carbondale

Principia

St. Louis and St. Louis

Washington DC and Washington DC