Tuesday, 3 January 2023

Travelogue: Djibouti; Embers of an African Writers Day Celebration By Wale Okediran

 

TRAVELOGUE:  DJIBOUTI; EMBERS OF AN AFRICAN WRITERS DAY CELEBRATION BY WALE OKEDIRAN

                               


‘’Where the heck is Djibouti’’? was the first question on the lips of some Members of the Pan African Writers Association (PAWA) when I informed them about the venue of the 2022 International African Writers Day Celebration.  In response, I explained that the small country in the Horn of Africa is located on the western coast of the southern outlet of the Red Sea bordering Somalia to the southeast, Ethiopia to the south and west and Eritrea to the north.

 

 Unfortunately, the fact that Djibouti was bordered by Somalia and Ethiopia, two countries in the middle of sectional wars further raised security concerns about our destination. Matters were not helped by recent news of the activities of terrorist groups such as Al Shabaab and the Front for the Restoration of Unity and Democracy (FRUD) in the region. However, I debunked the security concerns citing assurances of a safe and peaceful state as given by officials of our host country. 

 

Despite all my efforts to adequately market the venue of the Conference, the next question was an unusual one: ‘’How do we get there’’? Since I didn’t know whether or not the question was a joke, I answered cheekily; ‘’We can go by bus through the Grand Bara desert or sail by boat via the Red sea’’

 

However, by the time writers from 25 African countries arrived Djibouti by air after an overnight stop -over at the Addis Ababa Bole International airport Ethiopia, all the anxieties about their country of destination had vanished into the warm, windy and winsome tropical climate. As we stepped on the hot airport’s tarmac, we were hit by a dry gusty wind that plastered our clothes to our bodies. 

 

‘’This is our cool season with temperatures ranging between 22 to 30 degree Celsius’’ explained one of our guides. ‘’Our hot and dry season is May to October with temperatures ranging between 30 and 40 degrees with occasional hot and dry sand wind called ‘khamsin’. This is a good time to visit Djibouti’’ he added.

 

 Apart from the warm camaraderie with fellow writers who had flown into Addis Ababa the previous night from their various destinations, the VIP reception from Djibouti government officials at the Djibouti Airport had set a delightful tone for what would later become an excellent convergence of African writers. 

 

Obviously impressed by the beautiful airport, some of the writers brought out their mobile phones to take pictures, an action which drew the angst of Djibouti security officials. Unknown to us, photo and video shootings of infrastructure facilities in Djibouti were strictly prohibited. 

 

From the airport, it was a 15- minute drive to our hotel, the Les Acacias located by the Red Sea at the residential district of Heron. 

 

From the comfort of our air conditioned vehicle, we watched Djiboutians going about their daily tasks in the dry, tropical climate. 

 

Most of the people wore western clothes including the women who did not wear veils. This was a refreshing sight to some of the lady writers who were already in jean trousers. We were also informed that alcohol was available as long as its consumption was done decently. This was another cheering news for some of the writers, the ones who needed a daily dose of spirit to lubricate their throats and whet their inspiration. 

 

Djibouti which secured its independence from France in 1977, is one of the smallest countries in Africa, with an area of 23,200 square kilometers and a population estimated at about 1,000,000. The country is mainly composed of two ethnic groups, the Somali and the Afar.

 

 Although a largely import dependent country, Djibouti’s strength lies in its strategic location at the southern entrance to the Red Sea, marking a bridge between Africa and the Middle East. Adjacent to some of the world’s busiest shipping lanes (between Asia and Europe), it hosts military bases for France, the United States, Japan, China, and the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), as well as for other countries with forces supporting global anti-piracy efforts. These military bases provide significant revenue to the country in the form of rents earning it about $125 million a year in rents from the US, China, France, Japan and Italy combined. 

 

The first event of the 4-day African Writers Day Conference was a welcome cocktail at the poolside of our new abode, the cozy and homely Acacias hotel. 

 

As I awaited the arrival of more writers to the event, I went on a walking tour of the hotel’s outdoor facilities. Next to the poolside was a well -stocked bar where some guests were busy enjoying their drinks while beautiful music boomed out of a wall sized screen that displayed the musician and a horde of dancers.

 

 In a secluded dimly lit section of the premises I chanced upon two hooded figures puffing away at a big cistern of Shisha. From there, a wooden jetty that extended into the sea took me away from the poolside into a starry night with a twilight view of the Red sea and some distant boats and ships.

 

 After savoring the seaside beauty for a while, I turned round to discover another jetty-like promontory where some guests could be seen enjoying candle lit dinners in private cubicles that had been built into the sea side projection. From the seductive lacy curtained interiors, beautiful music and the aroma of well spiced Arabian cuisine wafted into the rarefied night.

 

In addition to a literary offering of poetry readings and music, the welcome cocktail also offered writers the opportunity to celebrate the cultural and culinary diversities of the African continent.

 

 For example, our Somalian colleagues informed us that in Somalia the camel is celebrated in songs and folklore as a symbol of status and prosperity, and exchanged in marriages or to settle feuds. We were also regaled with the culinary beauty of camel meat and milk. As they put it; ‘’ for many Somalis, a taste of home means eating camel meat’’ 

 

We were equally informed that the camel is considered a gift from the gods because of its economical and nutritional importance for pastoral Somalis who live in a harsh and arid climate. In addition to providing a source of meat and dairy, the animals are employed as vehicles, laborers, and even as a type of currency.

 

The Literary cocktail also revealed that ‘Ewedu’ (Jute leaves) a favorite soup among the Yorubas in Nigeria is actually a common vegetable in parts of Africa, Asia and the Middle East.  While the vegetable is known in Ghana as ‘Ayoyo’ it is referred to as ‘Delele’ in Zambia, and ‘Green Soup’ in Egypt. It was equally revealed on that starry evening in Djibouti that the vegetable which is alleged to have some medicinal properties could also act as thickeners in soups, stews and sauces.

 

The main conference later took place at the 300 capacity People’s Palace, a monument which is said to be a symbol of struggle for freedom of the people of Djibouti. According to information, the building which is a national symbol is made up of representative elements linked to the ideas of Djiboutian liberators and at the same symbolism that contains the shield of the nomad. Built in 1984 as a gift from the People's Republic of China (PRC), the building contains the Monument of Martyrs who died for the freedom of the Djiboutians from their French colonialists. 

 

The Keynote Lecture which dwelled on the theme of the Conference; African Literature in the New Normal: Technology and Creative Writing, paved the way for a robust discussion on the need for African writers to take advantage of the numerous available technological opportunities to propagate African Literature without losing their relevance as notable ambassadors of African culture.

 

Another highlight of the Conference was the presentation of the Grand Patron of The Arts award to the Special Guest of Honor to the conference, H.E. Ismail Omar Guelleh, President of the Republic of Djibouti who was physically present at the event. 

 

In his remarks, the President who himself is a writer affirmed the readiness of his government to support PAWA. As he put it; ‘’ We will like to encourage you and support you in your commitment to eradicate illiteracy to the promotion of literature in African languages,” he assured.

As expected, the African Writers took time off their conference to do a sight- seeing of the hitherto unknown country. One of the places visited was Djibouti’s  state-of-the-art port complex reputed to be among the most sophisticated in the world. 

 

The port serves as a key refueling and transshipment center, and is the principal maritime outlet for imports to and exports from neighboring Ethiopia. An estimated 2,500 ships are said to pass through and call through the port every day. 

 

It is strategically located at the crossroads of one of the busiest shipping routes in the world, linking Europe, the Far East, the Horn of Africa and the Persian Gulf. The economy of Djibouti relies heavily on the strategic location of its port since about a third of all daily shipping in the world passes the north-east edge of Africa.

 

Also visited was the Djibouti International Free Trade Zone (DIFTZ) which is currently under construction by China. Free trade zones are special economic areas, usually based around major ports, which allow for goods to be landed, stored, handled and manufactured under specific customs regulations and generally without customs duty. Judging from the tele-prompted designs, the writers were impressed by the futuristic completed project which is said will become Africa’s largest free trade zone when completed. The project which will span 4,800 hectares and offer dedicated logistics, retail, business support and processing is expected to generate an estimated 350,000 new jobs over the next ten years.

 

 It will also host the Djibouti Business District, a slick rendering facility that will jut out towards the sea, with cruise ships docked on the waterfront and buildings grouped around a series of concentric tree-lined boulevards. It will be a reminiscent of nearby cities of the Arabian- peninsula or in the words of Mr Yemi Edun, a UK based Property Expert and Guest of Honor to the Conference, ’the Hong Kong or Singapore of Africa’.

 

As writers, it was expected that we should also visit the National Library where the Director General (DG) of the National Agency for the Promotion of Culture, Dr Mohamed Houssein Doualeh was on hand to show us the artefacts, photographs and sculptors in the facility. The affable DG also sought the assistance of PAWA members to relate with the National Libraries of their respective countries.

 

The very important linkage between the history of Djibouti and France came to light during our visit to the Memorial Barracks of Djibouti. The facility which was commissioned by President Guelleh on June 26, 2022, had many memorabilia of the Djibouti’s uprising of September 14, 1966 against France. 

 

From the Memorial Barracks, we all trooped to the University of Djibouti for an interactive session with some of the 7000 –student population University. Even though some of the students could understand English, our literary engagement with the very enthusiastic and excited students was conducted mainly in French. 

 

At the end of the participation, PAWA officials reached an agreement with the University to facilitate the formation of a Writing and Reading Club in the 16- year old Institution. Our interaction with the students was followed by a courtesy visit to the University’s President, Djama Mohammed Hassan where we presented some books to the University Library.  

 

Our last official evening engagement was a Literary and Cultural event tagged, ‘African Night’. 

 

The rich and well organized event took place at the high brow Sheraton Hotel located on Plateau du Serpent within the Gulf of Tadjourah which was a walking distance from downtown Djibouti. It was indeed an evening to be remembered as different cultural groups treated us to traditional dances and music from several African countries such as Congo, Djibouti, Ethiopia and Senegal among other countries. 

 

To spice up these iconic presentations, writers also gave poetry recitals and in some cases, musical renditions and impromptu dances. The event was concluded with a delicious buffet dinner that celebrated the culinary diversity of the Arab and African worlds.

Another surprising discovery about Djibouti was its enchanting landscape.

 

 As our hosts put it; “Djibouti is home to some of Africa's most incredible and otherworldly landscapes – the original Planet of the Apes was filmed here! The two lakes – Assal and Abbé – are the best of this, with amazing rock structures, limestone chimneys and gas belching from the ground’’. 

 

We were also informed that the country is internationally renowned as a geologic treasure trove. Located at a triple juncture of the Red Sea, Gulf of Aden, and East African rift systems, the country hosts significant seismic and geothermal activity.

It was for the above reasons that tourism in Djibouti is one of the growing economic sectors of the country which attracts tourists year round with its convenient beaches and climate. 

 

The main tourist activities are scuba diving, boat cruise on the Red sea, fishing, trekking and hiking, bird watching, sun, sea and sand.  

Out of these lot, we settled for a Boat cruise on the Red sea courtesy of Mr Houssein, the owner of our hotel, the Acacias Hotel. 

 

As we disembarked from the vehicle that had brought us to the Marina end of the Red sea to begin our cruise, some writers after a frightened look at the endless and massive sea, changed their minds about the cruise. The rest of us thereafter filed into Mr Houssein’s personal boat and after putting on our life vests, began the approximately two- hour trip on the ancient sea.

 

The Red sea is a seawater inlet of the Indian Ocean, lying between Africa and Asia. Its connection to the ocean is in the south, through the Bab el Mandeb strait and the Gulf of Aden. It has a surface area of roughly 438,000 km2 (169,100 mi2). It is about 2250 km (1398 mi) long, and — at its widest point — 355 km (220.6 mi) wide. It has an average depth of 490 m (1,608 ft). It is the world's northernmost tropical sea, and has been designated a Global 200 ecoregion.

 

As we cruised on the large mass of blue water, the boat driver increased the speed of the boat’s engine making the boat to rise and fall with succeeding sea waves in a breath taking style much to the delight of the passengers.

 

 As we continued sailing in this exhilarating way, some of the warm and salty water sprayed into our faces to confirm the fact that the Red sea is one of the saltiest bodies of water in the world. Its saltiness is due to high evaporation and low precipitation since no significant rivers or streams drain into the sea while its southern connection to the Gulf of Aden, an arm of the Indian Ocean, is said to be very narrow. 

 

‘’Are there sharks in the sea’’? I asked Ibrahim our very affable guide who had been pointing out various landmarks on the sea to us.

 

 Some of the landmarks were some islands as well as well some security posts on the waterway. ‘’Yes, but the sharks are very friendly. They don’t attack tourists’’ he said.

 

We also passed large stationary ships flying the flags of countries such as France, Germany, Italy among others. Many of the ships were fitted with large guns and sophisticated telecommunication masts ‘’The ships are carrying security personnel against terrorists and sea pirates’’ Ibrahim said. 

 

Although blue in color,  it is believed that the name, Red sea may signify the seasonal blooms of the red-coloured Trichodesmium erythraeum near the water's surface. A theory favored by some modern scholars is that the name red is referring to the direction south, just as the Black Sea's name may refer to north.

 

 The basis of this theory is that some Asiatic languages used color words to refer to the cardinal directions. The Red Sea is one of four seas named in English after common color terms – the others being the Black Sea, the White Sea and the Yellow Sea. 

 

 After four exhilarating days of good food, pleasant sceneries and wonderful people, it was time to go home.

 

 The question now on the lips of many of the writers was no longer ‘’Where the heck is Djibouti’’ but ‘’Why the heck are we leaving Djibouti’’. I assured my colleagues that His Excellency, President Ismail Omar Guelleh, had promised to make our visit an annual event. Next time, we shall have more fun. 

 

Hopefully, camel meat will be on the menu and we can go scuba diving to the warm embrace of the friendly sharks.

 

Sunday, 2 October 2022

Travelogue: The Train To Paddington By Wale Okediran

 

TRAVELOGUE: THE TRAIN TO PADDINGTON BY WALE OKEDIRAN

 





Breakfast at the Hall of Wadham College, Oxford University, UK was a routine meeting place for many of the delegates to the maiden edition of the James Currey Literary Festival. Organized by the young and energetic Nigerian Writer and Academic, Onyeka Nwelue, the festival was to honor the contributions of Prof James Currey, co-founder of the famous African Writers Series.

 

 Tucked away in a corner of the claustrophobic bowel of the College which was established in 1610, the Hall was busy that early morning as writers from all corners of the world tucked into the typical English breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and tea. 

 

As we ate and chattered in a warm camaraderie that is typical of writers events, some of the famous alumni of the University College starred down at us from the paintings hung on the walls of the cavernous ancient hall. Amongst Wadham’s most famous alumni are Sir Christopher Wren, one of the most highly acclaimed English architects in history who was also an anatomist, astronomer, geometer, and mathematician as well as the broadcaster, novelist and actress, Rosamund Pike.

 

Established in 1096, Oxford University is the oldest University in the English-speaking world and second oldest in the world after the University of Bologna, Italy which was established in 1088 and reputed to be the oldest University in continuous operation in the world. Oxford is also said to run the world’s largest university press, the largest academic library system in the country, as well as the oldest university museum.

 

To reach the University which is located in Oxford city, 90 km northwest of London which was my working base on the trip, I had to take the train from Paddington Train Station. As I heaved my luggage which consisted mainly of books into the crowded train at Dagenham East station for the one-hour trip to Paddington, I was both alarmed and at the same time excited at what I saw. 

 

After a two-year hiatus brought about by the COVID 19 pandemic, it was a delight to resume my international traveling routine. As a regular visitor to London, I used to be impressed with the sight of train commuters keeping themselves busy reading newspapers, magazines and novels.

 

 However, rather than bury their heads in printable material, most of the commuters on the train to Paddington that early September morning were glued to their phones, I Pads, tablets and Apps of different brands and colors.

 

 And as they twitted, flipped switches and browsed away, the expressions on their busy faces ranged from anger, laughter to deep concentration. Judging from the fact that commuters of all ages were involved in the electronic exercise, it was obvious that the digital age has finally caught up with the young and old.

 

As I surveyed the breadth and length of the train with its ‘digital readers’, my book laden luggage briefly felt out of place. It did not matter that I was going for a Book Festival where I would meet some famous members of the Book Industry ranging from Writers, Publishers, Printers and Book sellers. It did not also matter that I was going to Oxford to witness the release of the UK edition of my new book with the endless possibilities of exposure to the international literary market, Literary prizes and other ancillaries for my literary career. 

 

All that mattered to me at that time was the fear of a gradual demise of the book no thanks to technology.

 

Another interesting observation on the train was the enormity of London’s mixed racial population. Although, historically, London has always been composed of a mish-mash of races drawn from every corner of the globe, according to recent statistics, the city has now become one of the most ethnically diverse cities in the world. Over 300 languages are now spoken in Greater London.

 

  At the 2011 census, Greater London had a population of 8,173,941. Of this number 44.9% were White British. 37% of the population were born outside the UK, including 24.5% born outside of Europe.

 

Apart from the well- known teeming population of Asians, Africans, Caribbean and other white immigrants, intermarriages among these races have gone on to produce a new generation of British citizens with ‘colors of the rainbow’


 

Even though the fast evolving new metropolis had been predicted many years ago by demographers The Sunday Times 2018 report that "Britain has the highest rate of interracial relationships in the world" took many sociologists by surprise. 

 

It was therefore not surprising that above the clattering and screeching and rumbling of the Paddington bound train, a medley of different languages ranging from English, Indian, Spanish, German to some African languages such as Yoruba, Hausa, Twi, Igbo among others floated in the rarefied interior of the carriages as commuters spoke into the ubiquitous cellular phones. 

 

About two hours later on arrival at the Oxford University venue of the Book festival, it was obvious that my observation on the Train that early morning about the new reading inclination of many people was very well known to the literati that attended the literary event. As the lively program progressed, writers after writers harped very strongly on the need to embrace digital publishing in order to keep up with the new Literary order. 

 

It was the US based Nigerian literary activist and book critic, Ikhide Roland Ikheola who put it very succinctly.  While delivering the James Currey Lecture on the second day of the three-day event, Ikhide called on African writers to embrace digital publishing in order to be in tandem with global developments. 

 

As he put it; ‘’On balance, the West has been supportive of African literature, but the Internet and social media house authentic African narrative, unlike the sanitized gruel from many traditional Western publishing houses. We must revive the African narrative organically.”

 

Later in the evening, I decided to take a walk round the University, which has consistently played a big role in the education of many African scholars, politicians and writers.

 

 These include former Ghanaian Presidents, Edward Akufo-Ado and John Kufour, the former Nigerian soldier and politician, Emeka Ojukwu and Bram Fisher, the lawyer who defended Nelson Mandela during his political trials as well as the famous Nigerian writer, Diran Adebayo among others. It is equally important to note that Lady Kofoworola Ademola from Nigeria was the first black woman to graduate from Oxford.

 

 My sightseeing commenced at Waldahm College where I had stayed with some of the writers in the clean and modest dormitory. 

 

As I admired the ancient buildings around the front quadrangle including the chapel and the Hall I was impressed by the medieval and symmetrically built buildings. I later learnt that the buildings which were built around 1609 are Jacobean in style. They were designed by the famed architects, William Arnold and Sir Christopher Wren. 

 

As I roamed through the cobbled and claustrophobic side streets of the ancient institution, with its array of medieval but well preserved buildings, I reflected on the importance of the preservation of archival material be they of structural, literary or visual arts background. Since it was impossible for me to visit all the 38 Colleges that make up the University, I was contented with the few Colleges I could visit.

 

 Away from bustling London, the iconic buildings of Trinity College, Queens College, and Waldheim College among other colleges stood in majestic grandeur in the September twilight as a fitting testimony to more than 1000 years of Oxford’s diverse history and heritage.

 

I returned to London via the same Paddington train station to the blazing headline news of the election of the new British Prime Minister, Elizabeth Truss.

 

 Perhaps, what attracted more public attention was the fact that the new Prime Minister had selected a cabinet where for the first time in the country’s history, a white man did not hold any of the country's four most important ministerial positions.

 

While Kwasi Kwarteng – whose parents came from Ghana in the 1960s – is Britain's first Black finance minister, James Cleverly whose mother hails from Sierra Leone but whose father is white, is the first Black foreign minister. Suella Braverman, whose parents came to Britain from Kenya and Mauritius six decades ago, is the second ethnic minority home secretary while Kemi Badenoch of Nigerian parenthood but married to a white British is the Minister of International Trade.

 

Despite the fact that the upper ranks of business, the judiciary, the civil service and army are all still predominately white, this new development elicited different reactions from different quarters.

 

 My British friend, Alistair who is now a retired CEO of a Nigerian based multinational organization was not happy with the development. Alistair who had invited me to lunch at the Old Bank of England on Fleet street, one rainy afternoon was piqued that the four most powerful positions in the cabinet of the new British Prime Minister, had gone to people of color.

 

 Alistair also complained that many nefarious behaviors ranging from knife stabbing incidents to election malpractices which were hitherto unknown to British culture have now become commonplace. ‘’I am not a racist’’ Alistair contended, ‘’however, I believe that the owners of a country should be in control of their country and not foreigners’’ he added.

 

On the other hand, many members of the Asian and African communities are happy with the rising profile of their kith and kin in the UK. Malik, the elderly Pakistani cab driver who took me out on one occasion when the rain from the unpredictable English weather had prevented me from taking the bus was ecstatic with joy.

 

 Flashing me the photograph of his first son, he said; ‘’he had a first class degree in Economics from the University of Kent and is currently in Oxford University for his masters. Maybe, one day, he may become the British Prime Minister’’ he chuckled. 

 

Since football is an integral part of English tradition, one sunny day, in lieu of watching a football match, I decided to visit the home of one of my favorite football clubs, Tottenham Hotspurs. The Tottenham Hotspur Stadium is located in the northern suburbs of London. Built in place of the its former White Hart Lane Stadium (1899-2017), it has been the home of Tottenham Hotspur Football Club since April 2019.

 

 As I went round the magnificent edifice which is said to have cost the whopping sum of 1 billion Pounds to build, I was informed that apart from football matches, the facility is also used for Concerts, Conferences and Events. 

 

After several days of eating ‘Oyinbo’ food, I hungered seriously for some African/Nigerian food. I therefore went in search of a Nigerian restaurant. 

 

Fortunately, I found one in Barking, East London. I was surprised at the array of Nigerian food on the menu, especially the different types of soups. I was just cleaning up my plate of ‘Amala’ and ‘Ewedu’ laced with an array of assorted beef when the Television set tucked into a corner of the restaurant announced the passing away of 96- year -old Queen Elizabeth. 

 

Coming just a few days after the emergence of a new Prime Minister, the death of the Queen and the subsequent crowning of a new King was definitely a momentous time in the history of the UK.

 

Even though she lived to a very old age, the UK and many parts of the Commonwealth went into mourning at the news of her death. While the front page of the London Daily Express read; OUR BELOVED QUEEN IS DEAD, the Daily Mail in its ‘historic special edition’ ran a tear-jerking headline; OUR HEARTS ARE BROKEN. 

 

Although a double rainbow was said to had appeared over Buckingham Palace moments after the announcement of the Queen’s demise, I missed what the Daily Mail had described as ‘a glorious splash of color in the grey afternoon sky’ due to my gastronomic assignment in the Nigerian restaurant.

And so it was that I took off to Buckingham Palace the following morning to join other mourners to pay my respect to the late Queen Elizabeth 11. 

 

Even though the announcement of the passing of the British great grandmother was less than 24 hours old, I met hundreds of mourners who had defied the heavy early morning rain to pay their respects to the woman whom many had described as UK’s ‘guiding light in the darkest of nights’. 

 

Many brought bouquets, which they laid at the black iron gates of the iconic building where a notice announcing the death of the only monarch most Britons have ever known was attached. 

 

Back to my base later in the day, my daughter asked me to help look after my two grandchildren while she quickly kept an appointment somewhere in town. It’s no secret that grandparents love to dote on their grandchildren, so when presented with my first opportunity to babysit, I was happy to oblige. Little did I know what I was up to. Hardly had their mother left the house than the hitherto quiet and mild looking toddlers took off in different directions in the house. 

 

While the 4- year old boy ran up a double bunk bed from where he wanted to jump in a ’super man’ style, his 3-year old sister ran into another bedroom, brought out the drawers from her mother’s dressing table and scattered all the contents on the floor. 

 

Grandpa was left with running from one room to the other trying to maintain order and safety while the toddlers shrieked about the house with delight. Within minutes, I was exhausted.

 

 As I wearily sat down to catch my breath, my 4- year old grandson came over and gave me a big hug. ‘’I love you, Grandpa. You are my best friend’’ he said his young face radiant with a wide smile, as bright as the London afternoon sun that floated through the lacy curtains into the house.