Hannu Afere

Konya Shamsrumi: What is the process of writing a
poem like for you? Is it a lot of hard work or is it easy?

Hannu Afere: For
me, writing poetry is basically conducting experiments through language.
William Wordsworth says (and I agree to a certain degree) that poetry cannot be
produced by strictly following the rules laid down by the Classicists. It must
flow out naturally and spontaneously from the soul of the poet. This, of
course, makes more sense after the poet has given careful thought to what it is
he’s got to say. Remember, “poetry has its origin in emotion recollected in
tranquillity”.

Now, when I say experiments, I mean that my process is
largely a function of the osmosis of my environment at any given point in time,
permeating through my state of mind. I tend to favour, always, the scientific
approach.  Filtration, crystallization of an idea, a deliberate
decantation. Sometimes, I’d subject a thought to what I call the sublimation to
find the sublime. There is a figurative chromatography.

When I write, I keep a general skeleton of what I want to happen in a poem, and then I go to work. Sometimes, the poem takes me where it wants, so that the end-product doesn’t look at all like what I planned originally but I have come to realize it is what it is. There is no one-size-fits-all method.

There are times when I have written 100-line poems in under 30 minutes, and there are times when I have spent a whole week trying to figure out a single sonnet. Not all my experiments have been successful, however, I have come to find the more important thing sometimes is the journey. 

I am a hip-hop head so that has also helped in honing my innate lyrical ability. I started out just writing rap songs and performing them in front of friends and family. And when I say rap, I am not referring to the trending abomination of mumbling. To be a good rapper one has to know how to work with wordplay, rhythm, assonance and limited bars—you only have 16. I sucked at first, but I found out that the more I practiced, the better I became at expressing myself. Soon, I’d become well-versed in the poetic use of epizeuxis, metrical variation and alliteration. I didn’t even need to go off-point just to rhyme. I wrote what I meant and meant what I wrote.

It didn’t matter whether the form chose the poem or the
poem chose the form—haikus or traditional ballads, hymns or confessionals, as
soon as I got the hang of it there was this juvenile need to show off. But then
I realized being eclectic for aesthetics alone or for the sake of eccentricity
alone was the wrong approach. I felt now that I had to write. I had things to
say. Using poetry, I realized how powerful my voice could be. How I could make
a difference, how I could engage minds and really resist the culture of
oppression I was directly and indirectly experiencing. 

Also, writing poetry is stimulating because it’s nearly
always shorter than prose. When you move from point ‘a’ to ‘b’, it always feels
very rewarding. But this doesn’t mean it is easy. You have to be disciplined.
You are condensing all your thoughts and inserting only the most profound
units. 

One thing I do that helps my craft is I write something
new every day. No matter how little. That way, my lyrical muscles do not
atrophy.

Konya Shamsrumi: Please
describe your identity in this or any possible world in imagery or metaphor?

Hannu Afere: I am, first and foremost, Yoruba. It
is something that seeps out from quill to parchment even subconsciously. I was
raised on a steady diet of history lessons. My biggest allies while growing up
were my grandmother and my great grandmother—both of whom are now late. So even
though I am not nearly as good as they were speaking the language, I can hold
my own. I dream in my mother tongue and think in my mother tongue. And while
I’m alive, while I write and teach, I know that the language can never fall into
extinction.

In all my writing, you will find that I have a penchant
for yūgen in nature and spiritual symbolism. I am also nearly always
interrogating Christianity, the religion of my childhood. For vehicles, I favour
science fiction and horror. But I know there is no poem I can write that will
be more powerful than the horrors we engage with, daily, in real life.

I am a millennial with a strong sense of the position my
race, gender, religious affiliation and political ideologies occupy in society
and so I am in the vanguard of encouraging justice, fairness and equality.

Trivia: My surname, Afere, is short for Afere bi ekun.
Which when literally translated, means “He who is as light on his feet as a
wild cat”. Ironically, I have never kept cats. Though I intend to sometime in
the future. I like to believe there is some trans-generational epigenetic
inheritance at play here—I try to stay light on my feet, whatever task it is I
am undertaking. The goal is to move quickly, and make only the right kind of
noise, if one is making any noise at all.

Konya Shamsrumi: If
any of your poems could literally save a person’s life, which poem would it be
and can you describe the person whose life you think it would have saved?

Hannu Afere: Mostly, each poem is engineered to
talk back to the reader. Inviting him/her/them to come see the world through my
eyes. Like, even if you’re wearing sunglasses and do not totally agree with all
of my theories, I am sure we could still rub minds and try to expand our
horizons

A large part of my work is about my personal struggles.
Initially, it was strange for me to decide to do this. I mean, time was when we
all kept diaries with little padlocks on them and got cross when other people
read them. Now we just put everything on social media and get cross when people
don’t read them! It’s interesting, this custom. But I have learnt that other
people benefit through my writing. Can’t deny that. And I think whoever enjoys
what I write must be damaged like me. So, it’s like Lecrae says, some people
can be healed through seeing my scars. Using my poems, I thought I might as
well just go for it and slice myself open for other people’s benefit.

I honestly don’t know if my poetry could literally save a
person’s life. But I should hope that it could.

Hannu Afere

Konya Shamsrumi: What
Africa means to you, as potential or reality

Hannu Afere: Africa is a pot containing 1.216
billion tiny fragments of God. Africa is how I wear my skin. Africa is the
taste of metaphors in my mouth for nostalgia, for present day challenges and
for the future. The United Nation says that by 2050, the population of Africa
would have doubled. Maybe there is a cause for alarm, but maybe there is also a
bright side—one in every four humans will be African. This means we can no
longer continue to be relegated to the background. This means we need to start
investing heavily in human capital.

The other day, I read a researcher in the Washington
Post
who said that by 2030, 43 percent of all Africans are projected to
join the ranks of the global middle and upper classes. By the same year,
household consumption is expected to reach. $2.5 trillion, more than double the
$1.1 trillion of 2015, and the combined consumer and business spending will
total $6.7 trillion. We are looking at suitors in the form of the Chinese, Indians,
Brazilians and Arabs. There is potential. What we need to do is play our cards
right and deal decisively with corruption.

Konya Shamsrumi: Could you share one Poem you have
been most impressed or fascinated by. Tell us why and share favourite lines
from it

Hannu Afere: This is difficult because there are
literally thousands of breath-taking poems out there. Off the dome though, I
would say The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson. It’s ancient.

I first read it when I was 13. It’s stuck with me since, because it was my introduction to longer poems. It was included in the Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, which is interesting because it carries the ornately larger-than-life style and sublimity of African seers. In a recent conversation with a friend, she said the timbre was more like that of the Hebrew seers. I jokingly asked “So you sef see say oyinbo dey get babalawo?” The themes revolve around Christianity and the sinner with the divine seeking him out without relenting, but what got my attention was the obscurity of the mysticism. It drew me in, in awe and reverence, all one hundred eighty-two lines of it. To share my favourite lines:

 I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, methinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years—
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap,
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke;
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.

In his valuable Essay
on Francis Thompson
(1936), Francis Owlett quotes the lines showing that in
the spring of 1888, when Thompson was a “derelict by the shores of Charing
Cross” and was writing such thoughts as these, he had but a shilling in his
pocket.


HANNU AFERE is a Lagos-based writer whose works have appeared in Former People, Omenana, Praxis and other publications. He is the co-author of the graphic novel Trinity as well as the animated miniseries, How The Story Folds. Presently, Hannu is the Managing Editor of WOW Magazine. He is also the Editor-in-chief of a forthcoming anthology of contemporary West African Poetry.

When he is not travelling or surfing the internet, he can be found spending time with his dogs, Rain and Poe. He is a devoted student of all things spiritual and arcane.

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