Professor Abiola Irele passed on earlier this month at the age of 81. Born in 1936, the late critic was one of the finest and most respected African literary scholars.

Graduating from the University of Ibadan in 1960, he got a PhD in French from the University of Paris, Sorbonne. He eventually joined Harvard as a Professor of African and African American Studies and of Romance Languages and Literatures, and later  Ohio State University as Professor of African, French and Comparative Literature. Eventually, he returned to Nigeria to become Provost at the College of Huamnities and Social Sciences, Kwara State University, Ilorin. He has also held teaching positions at the University of Ghana, the University of Ife (now Obafemi Awolowo University), and the University of Ibadan.

Professor Irele helped shape the understanding of Négritude through his essays, the most notable of which are “What is Negritude?” in African Literature: An Anthology of Criticism and Theory, and “Négritude: Literature and ideology” in The African Philosophy Reader. Some of his books include The African Experience in Literature and Ideology (1990), The African Imagination: Literature in Africa and the Black Diaspora (2001), and The Cambridge History of African and Caribbean Literature (2004), which he co-edited with Simon Gikandi.

As tribute, Wole Soyinka has written a poem titled “Olohun-Iyo,” published in the Nigerian newspaper, Premium Times.

Read below.

Professor Wole Soyinka.

*

True, numbers diminish, but we are not thereby
Diminished. Memories rack, yet lift
Our spirits off the rack of remembrance. Be it
The echo of a harsh scrape, decades dimmed,
Of a street café chair, rue des Ecoles, puncturing
Peals of laughter, a head thrust sideways,
Quizzical in contestation – these hoarded trivia
Flit in and out of mind, unbidden, contesting
The tyranny of absence.

Earth revolves, nothing is resolved
The hours pass in spurts of sparse fulfillment.
We remain the thoughts we spin, and leave
Lingering over wine vapour, tobacco spirals
Around audacious faces – were we not
The Renaissance generation? Then, Gauloises,
Gitanes vied with filtered cigarillos – it was
That time when smoke-free lives were yet
Unborn. We littered Presence Africaine with stubs
And words of passion, moulders of identity.

Let no one grudge those you leave behind
These keepsakes. Some will speak Negritude,
Others Marxism and aspiring Communes. You were
The cosmopolitan, consummate, straddling proposition isles.
The Muses held you in thrall, deftly you skirted
Dogma traps. A lyric voice, suddenly in full flight
On a Donizetti aria – fittingly we named you
Olohun-iyo – but next breath became a midwife, fixated
On parturition of a new nursery of creativity.

Why this sudden ‘Francis’, I once charged, intrigued.
It swam against the tide of black awakening. Your reply,
A dismissive shrug – The name was stamped on me.
All family history – I merely restored my full identity
.
Some enigma lurked, but his was right of reticence.
I simply canonized St. Francis of the Muses,
For saint indeed he was – of letters – bore the stigmata
Invisibly, the scars of honour, earned in defence
Of hallowed space for unfettered intellect.

Read the rest of the poem HERE

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Otosirieze Obi-Young’s writing has been shortlisted for the 2016 Miles Morland Writing Scholarship, the 2017 Gerald Kraak Award, and nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize. His fiction has appeared in Transition (“A Tenderer Blessing,” 2015), The Threepenny Review (“Mulumba,” 2016), and Pride and Prejudice: African Perspectives on Gender, Social Justice and Sexuality (“You Sing of a Longing,” 2017), an anthology of The Jacana Literary Foundation and The Other Foundation. His work further appears in Interdisciplinary Academic Essays, Africa in Dialogue, and Brittle Paper, where he is submissions editor. He is the editor of the Art Naija Series: a sequence of concept-based e-anthologies of writing and visual art focusing on different aspects of Nigerianness. The first anthology, Enter Naija: The Book of Places (Oct., 2016) focuses on cities. The second, Work Naija: The Book of Vocations (June, 2017) focuses on professions. He attended the University of Nigeria, Nsukka and currently teaches English at another Nigerian university. When bored, he blogs pop culture at naijakulture.blogspot.com or just Googles Rihanna.

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