17. Dimples on the Sand by Henry Ajumeze

Title: Dimples on the Sand
Author: Henry Ajumeze
Genre: Poetry
Publisher: Hybun Publications International
Pages: 81
ISBN: 978-978-900-836-0
Year: 2009
Country: Nigeria

Dimples on the Sand is a collection of 36 poems by Henry Ajumeze. The collection is divided into five parts. For convenience sake I have tried to put the parts of the book into different subject matter. However, this should not be seen as a straight jacket categorisation, for it is easy to find a subject in more than one part. Thus, the reader could also name the parts according to how best he decides to group them.

Part One celebrates the Poet's father and his people, the people of Anioma commonly referred to as the Delta Igbos. Poems such as 'In the beginning, was Anioma', and 'My Anioma' celebrate the land and the people of Anioma, whereas 'Okanga', and 'To my father, flutist of all time' celebrate his father. It is clear that some of the poems here could be performed on stage accompanied by the Okanga and Akpele instruments. Putting all these poems together in one part shows clearly that the poet sees no difference between the land or his people and his father, the flutist. This is so in African culture where the land and the people are one. This becomes even more significant if the inheritance system is patrilineal. In the latter poem, the poet seems to be seeking direction from his dead father, seems to be looking for the way to self-realisation; to be one with his people. This comes out clear with lines such as:
"The Rumba drums
are lost in our head full of jazz and reggae
But the winds from your nostril
rediscover the cadence of a dying echo..." (P. 16)
Most of the poems are in the first person with the poet playing a significant role. It shows how much the Poet is attached to the activities.

Part Two of the collection is dedicated to a loved one, yet the poems speak more than that. There are numerous nuances in this cadence. Some of the featured titles include 'Night opens my mind', 'I will remember you', 'I stood in the middle of the empty flat', 'Dead Drunk' and many others. In these remembrance poems, the poet sound lonely, as in:
"I stand livid
in the crossroad
of metaphors; I become one
with grief..." (Night opens my mind, P. 22)
And yet there are those where he converses with his beloved even whilst he takes his bath:
"...'Ah, I should have been a dancer, not a poet!'
'And you are neither!'..." (P. 33)
Part Three celebrates a great son of the Ogoni people of the Delta State of Nigeria, Ken Saro-Wiwa, a human right activist, a poet, a novelist and a defender of the people who was killed by firing squad during the Sani Abacha regime when he spoke against the treatment by Shell BP. In 'Battered Earth', Ajumeze writes
"I would follow you to Ogoni
across battered earth, oil-soaked landscape
I'd trudge along the corridors of pidgin
in the broken pages of verse
and un-cued lines of faithless proscenium..." (P. 43)
Other poems celebrating this great son of the Ogoni people are: "Behind the iron bars', 'Morning after the protest', 'The trial', and many others. In 'The trial', the poet describes the trial as:
"... a rehearsed farce
in the theatre of a darkling plain..."
 However, hope is kept alive in the 'Morning after the protest' where
"...the rioters linger, still
humming the bestial slogan of a defeated tribe..." (P. 46)
The Fourth part deals with the general political landscape of Nigeria. It has interesting poems such as 'Dance softly, Baba', 'Season of Peace', 'Oil and blood', 'Raped homeland' and many others. It is no wonder that this part has the largest number of poems. However, since you cannot takeout Ken's demise from the general politics of Nigeria which is immersed in oil and bloodshed, there are some poems that address KSW such as 'The fire blasts'
"Now Ken,
only your soul
will remember our lintel..." (P. 69)
No collection of poems that describes the politics of Nigeria, and for that matter of most African countries, would be complete if there is no poem that addresses the frequent seizure of power by the military. Ajumeze addresses this with poems such as 'Now that coup is no more treason'. In 'Storms gather' the poet shows that thought the use of military power can be used to quell any upheavals from the governed it is no solution for upheavals can arise from places beyond the reach and might of the military.

The last part (Five) deals with dedications to Niyi Osundare in 'Beyond midlife' and the Poet's daughter in 'Flanked by lullabies'.

The Poet's voice is unique and refreshing. His write cuts through emotions and whereas he is serious with his work he provides avenues for laughter. Thus, mixing laughter with seriousness is one of the hallmarks of Ajumeze's poetry. In one breath he would be dealing with a serious issue and in the next breath he is making you laugh whilst still tackling the subject at hand. In this way, the poem sticks into your mind. This is so in 'Dance softly, Baba', where he was admonishing a sitting president against the deeds of a past president. In this he writes
"...He must have bleated
Like a he-goat
Ran helter-skelter
In the crevices of Aso Rock...
He must have run naked
The pumpkin flag of our nation hoisted between his legs
Flapping savagely, cursed with libido
Death in pursuit..." (P. 60)
In 'This Plateau, brother', the poet shows that the human life is pathetic, hence it is unnecessary to allow religious intolerance to destroy us, for when it does governors, politicians, all become
"... refugees who must wait
neither for the Armageddon
nor the clarion call for curfew!" (P. 62)
According to Niyi Osundare, whom the poet writes about in 'Beyond midlife', there is no choice for the African poet but be political. This statement best describes Ajumeze's poems for even when he is talking about his beloved in 'Night open my mind' he infuses it with the moral decadence (and the corruption of public officials whose duty it is to enforce the law) that has suffused the Nigerian, and probably the African, life. For in this piece of remembrance he writes:
"...No, report
No report?
But if you drop some money, then..."
It is from this celebratory love poem that the title of the book was derived:
"Whence you walked, behind are cicatrix of warmth
that belie demise, every footprint like a dimple in the sand
that my wish for eternity of laughter
when I hurled you from that village infested with bitterness
would be fulfilled once our souls met in Isu..." (P. 29)
This is a collection of poems of humanity and life and aims to do exactly what Niyi Osundare said "to utter is to alter". Poetry is one aspect of the literary art that is gradually losing its focus and at the same time gradually losing its appeal. Yet, if readers could find themselves in the poem, could laugh with the poem, could quote from the poem, could associate with the poem on different levels, then that poem has succeed and the Poet has achieved his aim. With these Ajumeze has achieved his aim and more.

I would recommend this book to every lover of the Art. A copy could be obtained from the Nubuke Foundation located at No. 7 Adamafio Close, East Legon, or behind Mensvic Grand Hotel. Copies could also be obtained from Silverbird.

Since this is a collection of poems, its ratings should not be compared with other novels, yet even novels are sometimes incomparable as there are different sub-genres.


  1. Great initiative man. I enjoyed Henry's poems. Especially the one about Obasanjo...!

  2. Yep, it was interesting. That is titled 'Dance softly, Baba'. I like the way Abacha was tickled by the hands of whores until he exploded into orgasm of laughter. Very genuine.

  3. You thought that poetry is dead? You thought that good poetry only occurred in pre independence and immediate post independence age? Welcome to the twenty-first century. Just reading excerpts, i have no doubt that Dimples on the Sand will wake you up pronto. If you thought Christopher Okigbo’s Labyrinths was a gripping work, be prepared for a real poetic drive. Since our days at the University of Calabar,I have known Ajumeze for writing white-hot page turners, in one swift -moving poem after another, Dimples on the Sand will sweep you across Henry’s forest of words,drawing strands of symbols, totems and metaphors together, then stringing them tighter and tighter, drowning you in his ocean of recollected memories.
    I will sure grab a copy!

  4. Thanks Patrick. I write poems myself and it is my first love. I listened to Ajumeze read his work and I was moved I enjoyed it to the max. I am glad you knew him from his university days. Look up for his interview with this blog here soon...

  5. Part 2 of Henry's dimples on the sand talks about how a person inspite of his loneliness tries to come out of that and shows that his beloved is right beside him, sharing what all he wanted to share with her. At this point in time where life is running at a jet speed, and where there is no time to even ponder over the loneliness, but still trying to come out of that lonliness his poem would be like an inspiration to bear the pain and learn to go ahead in life......

  6. thanks for your thoughts...wish you had provided your name. That's a keen observation though...


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