Raymond-Depardon-1984

i

ENTRY:

with your hands in your pockets,
you walked into the room and the lights went off.
“you’ve come on your own accord!”
a voice roared and the doors locked behind you.

“on your knees!”
another voice ordered.
you knelt and closed your eyes as Mozart’s
requiem in D minor embraced the room.

ii

ACT:

those rules read to your hearing
knocked off the air you once breathed,
the tales that taught you magic,
the wands you dreamt to usurp,
the taste of  wines that built your bonds;
that night, you drank a new wine served
in a skull with sauce.
a new bond was born.
each vow was sealed with a thumbprint
in a basket of torn papers and spilt inks.

iii

EXIT:

lights on.
you opened your eyes and the requiem
resumed; nothing remained the same.
in the midst of those who formed that arc,
your new self came on a tray of books and pens.
you became a  slave to every written word.
when you left the room, tales hung over your head
and followed you everywhere; you must be a writer.

 

******************

Image by Raymond Depardon (1984) Via manufactoriel

About the author:

Portrait-eche-ndukaEchezonachukwu Nduka is a Nigerian musicologist who writes poetry, short fiction and essays. His works have appeared in reputable literary journals and poetry anthologies within and outside Nigeria. He is currently a Postgraduate Research Music student  in Kingston University London, UK.

 

Tags: , , ,

I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

8 Responses to “The Initiation | by Eche Nduka | A Poem” Subscribe

  1. AQUA 2014/11/17 at 02:28 #

    Thumbs up Echezona!!!

  2. Kiru Taye 2014/11/17 at 03:53 #

    Love this. Brilliant.

  3. henreitta 2014/11/17 at 06:49 #

    Very good work, I would have worked at a less dramatic transitory verse (part 2), or would have worked at a very dramatic concluding verse just like in the intro. But all in all, ☆☆☆

  4. Umar 2014/11/17 at 13:25 #

    Brilliant

  5. Ola Nubi 2014/11/17 at 18:27 #

    Well done. Great use of imagery and language.

  6. Ekejiuba Onyebuchi 2014/12/23 at 15:58 #

    Awesome art, awesome piece of art.

  7. PHILEMON OYUGI 2015/02/04 at 02:01 #

    Nduka, my favorite line in your poem is ” you became a slave to every written word.”

    Kudos

  8. Obi Vincent 2015/03/22 at 07:51 #

    Great use of Mozart’s requiem in D minor figuratively. Wonderful

Leave a Reply

I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Archives

A Shared Sea: Tsitsi Dangarembga and Zora Neale Hurston | By Salimah Valiani

hurston and dangaremgba

  Tsitsi Dangarembga’s 1988 novel, Nervous Conditions, the story of Tambudzai, other girl-children, and women of Babamukuru’s family in 1970s […]

Love Stories from Africa | Read the New Anthology Celebrating Love and Romance

adichie americanah (3)

  The annual release of a Valentine stories anthology has become a tradition of sorts, something exciting to look forward […]

14 Americanah Quotes on Love, Life and Relationships

adichie americanah (2)

Ifemelu, the protagonist of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah, is certainly a favorite among lovers of contemporary African literature. In the […]

Memoirs of a Lagos Wedding Planner | Episode 5: The Sponsors | by Tolulope Popoola

  I was meeting my prospective client for the first time. Usually, I meet brides-to-be with a friend, a sister […]

Madness | By Shade Mary-Ann Olaoye | Poetry

Olaoye madness

For the souls in Nsukka.   sometimes, you wonder what spirit plucks you, feather after feather revealing your mind as […]

Alone with the Mirror | By Chijioke Nnamani | Poetry

Nnamani mirror

Alone with the mirror, You stare into your eyes; You look better than you thought; Then you suddenly don’t; You […]