SEASONS
OF
MAINE
by
Chinyere
G. Okafor
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Excerpts:
Seasons
of Maine
10
(From
Earth's Bar/chamber,
20-23).
I never
forget
that the earth is one. She only has different names in different sides
of her
body that carries her children, whom she has decorated with peculiar
characteristics, as a mother would clothe kids in different costumes.
Part of
her body that carries Maine
is covered with one color during the winter.
WINTER
IN MAINE
Winter
is a solitary spirit. It makes people lonely and cold. They walk very
fast in order to escape from the cold weather. Some people migrate to
warm
places like Florida and California,
hoping to come back to Maine
during the summer. 1 also migrate, in my thoughts. I contemplate the
beauty of
winter. Winter coats the world with one color of exquisite sky white.
Sometimes
I think that it would be peaceful for the world to look like winter
with one
color, without the wrangling of racism. But one color would be
monotonous. for
it would exclude the colors of rainbow that mirror in the faces of the
earth.
Winter takes my mind to places of warmth. I look at the Atlantic Ocean
in Maine, and wonder whether I can
swim across to Nigeria,
which
is the land on the other side of the ocean. I remember a poem that I
wrote in Swaziland (Southern Africa)
during the winter season. Alone and gazing at the cows snuggling for
warmth in
a field that is dried up by the winter cold, I thought about the warmth
of Nigeria
and
became nostalgic. I decided to write a letter to Ani, and came up with
a poem.
MY LOVE
GROWS IN
WINTER
My love
for you grows in winter,
When the grass turns brown,
And birds return to their nests.
My love for you feeds on shrubs.
It eats the thin leaves of winter. …
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of Maine 22
SUMMER
IS HERE
Spring
quickly merges into summer. The character of Portland changes in summer. The
streets fill
out with people. The people smile with the sun. They have time to
linger and
tarry, to exchange fellowship with strangers. I take long walks at Deering Park. I meet others who like to
walk
also. It is easy to smile, ask questions, and give answers. I go
boating with
friends. Summer is a friendly spirit. It is joyous, with festivals,
fireworks,
and street parties.
“Sea food is the thing.”
Mainers love seafood, and there is
plenty of seafood.
There is a festival devoted to seafood. It is the Clamp festival
performed
during the summer. I wonder why people weave festivals around food. In Nigeria,
we
have Yam festivals. Yam is a delicious tropical tuber that is very
popular. In
my community, Arochukwu, we do not eat new yam before the Ikeji
festival. Ikeji
is a festival of thanksgiving that marks the beginning of the year. It
has
various items of preparation, homage, rituals and ceremonies of yam,
harvest,
and chi (personal spirit). It also has feasting,
masking,
wrestling, dance and theater, on designated days. The climax of the
festival is
Eke-Ekpe when the nineteen villages of the town present masquerades and
dances
in a competition organized in the Town Square. Each village strives
to outdo the others,
so as to be the winner. Individual members of the community that make
up the
audience ‘dress to kill,’ as if they are also in
competition. Colorful wrappers
and headgears fill the place, and joy of life massages the soul. It is
a
spectacle to remember.
I recall Ikeji as I make my way to Falmouth,
to participate in the clamp festival. People line the street for miles,
carrying chairs and picnic bags. Of course, there are soda and ice
cream
vendors beside the road. The main attraction is the parade. It is a
parade of
the heart and soul of Maine.
Every aspect of Maine’s
culture is represented in the parade. Historical and contemporary
veterans,
automobiles, and fire engines, tell heroic stories of yesteryears and
today. Seafood
emphasizes the watery nature of the environment. There is a giant
lobster in a
float. There is fish in a float. There is a clamp queen that does not
look like
a fish, for she is a beautiful young
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of Maine
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woman with long black hair.
Musical bands
intersperse the line, so do mascots and clowns that play with the kids.
It is a
colorful parade of the past and present. It has the message of
solidarity and
patriotism.
The clamp queen is very human. She even smiles
and waves at us. I may
see her
again and I will recognize her friendly face. She is flesh and blood.
Seeing
her reminds me of another watery queen, Mami-wata. Unlike the clamp
queen that
is human, Mami-wata is a spirit. She is the subject of many tales in Nigeria
and
some other African countries. She can be found in streams, rivers,
lakes,
waterfalls, oceans, and any offspring of the watery presence of earth.
She is
said to manifest in many colors, but many stories describe her as sky
clear in
color. She has devotees who make covenant with her. She can give them
wealth or
fame in return for devotion. Some of the men are so devoted that they
will not
marry an earthy woman, because of their love for Mami-wata. The clamp
festival
has certainly made my mind to travel and connect with oral literature
of Nigeria.
From Portland Hall, I move to an apartment by the ocean. Everyday, I
witness
the waters rise, sometimes as if it will engulf my house. I also
witness the
waters recede. I smell the ocean and observe the tides rise and fall.
My body
begins to anticipate the tides, which seem to recall the tides of my
life in Portland.
I begin to write
about my Portland
experience.
The watery presence of Maine
is very striking. It salutes me, welcomes me and follows me everywhere
from
Kate’s in South Freeport to my ocean apartment in Portland. Even
when I accompany Nkenne and
Michael to Gordon Haven in the countryside of Biddeford, nature follows me with
beautiful
lakes. I mean, there are so much of the ocean, the bays, and
waterfronts
everywhere. For me, Maine
looks like a pregnant woman, brimming with beauty that is special. The
moon is
very large and bright. Sometimes it droops as if it will make contact
with the
water. The sun comes up with beautiful colors; red, amber, even blue
and green.
Sometimes I see purple. It is beautiful. What about the ocean, the
lakes, the
rivers and streams? This watery environment, with its natural beauty,
is home
to my soul. I try to capture it in a poem, but you cannot capture
nature.
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of Maine
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BEAUTY THAT KNOWS NOT TIME
Streets of
colors painted by the fall,
World with
one color made by the snow,
Forests of crystal sculptured by ice
rain,
Watery presence punctuates
the land.
This is Portland.
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