A couple of weeks ago, I travelled
over a hundred kilometers to my alma mater, Our Lady Seat of Wisdom College
Fontem to facilitate my writers workshop, the “Readwritephilic” writers workshop with the
intention of inspiring the students to read and write not just fiction but also
plays, poetry, creative nonfiction etc. I arrived on a Friday night and went
straight to school where I planned the workshop schedule with the principal, Ms
Clelia Ferrini. I spent the night at the Mariapolis centre in Nveh near the
school. The next day, I went to school early in the morning and had breakfast
in the principal’s house prepared by her! We then proceeded to the makeshift
hall where the Junior students (Form 1-3) had gathered with books and pens
waiting to write notes from the writers workshop. Their Literature teacher,
Madame Victorine was there to assist me, together with the discipline master,
Mr. Talla. Ms Clelia introduced me to the students and I took off from there,
telling them about myself as a writer and how my writing journey all began seriously
in high school in Saint Francis College Kumba, where I was the student editor
of the college magazine, to university and all the way to the prestigious Caine
Prize writers workshop which I attended in Ghana last year. I encouraged them to
read more and then write. I advised them to read Teju Cole’s “Eight letters to a
young writer” which I’d emailed to the principal to print and keep in the
library.
I then read from my children’s
illustrated book, “The Golden Baobab Tree” and the story was well received. I
halted reading towards the end to ask them the lessons they’d learnt from the
book and I was amazed at the quality of their brainy responses. “Oh, maybe you
guys are smarter than the kids in this story I’m reading,” I commented. The
students were really engaged throughout my reading. Well, except the very young
Form 1 kids who just lowered their heads on their seats and went straight to
sleep like they’d drunk 100 kg of sleeping pills. When the short story ended,
they said they wanted more, so I was compelled to read my Caine workshop story,
“Wahala Lizard” which bored them to ‘death’ because in their words, “the level
of the story and the English language there is so high” Lol. I told them I had
no intention of reading it because I had anticipated that it would bore them
and only did so because they asked for more. I informed them about literary
opportunities like the Caine prize, Writivism in Uganda, SSDA, The Golden
Baobab Prize, Chimamanda’s Farafina workshop in Nigeria and encouraged them to
submit stories to writing competitions and apply to Chimamanda’s workshop online.
Almost all of them had not heard about the opportunities I was sharing with them.
I gave them a short guided
imagery writing exercise to do. While they wrote, I was presented two stories
written by two Form 3 students, Nguefack Doré (coincidentally my classmate’s
kid brother) who wrote “Fetching wood” about a father and son’s wood fetching
expedition in the forest. The second story was written by a moslem student,
Baba Ibrahim inspired by Roman mythology, a story about a man who owned a
minotaur that killed a boy’s family and the boy grew up to kill the minotaur
and revenge the killing. When the writing exercise ended, I collected the
papers and enjoyed reading the range of the short exercises and noted that,
they liked writing about imaginary animals. Many of them went off topic while there
was raw talent from other kids like Ricardella etc. The first workshop session
ended and I donated about a dozen books to the school library and to the two
students who shared their works with me, Baba and Doré. We went on to get some group
pics. I went back into the hall to have a post workshop literary discussion with
anyone and some of the students were so interested in my chat they decided to
skip lunch completely. They asked me all sorts of questions about writing and
Literature in general. I responded to all the questions and talked about
reading and writing. Their reading taste was diverse, from African Literature;
Chinua Achebe, John Nkemngong Nkengasong to Jules Verne and Greek mythology. Another
young exciting prospect who joined me during my lunch discussion was Form 5
student, Gertrude who presented me her write up. I read it and told her she
definitely had a gift for writing plays. The dialogue in her writing was
enjoyable.
My second workshop session was
with the Form 4 & 5 Lit students in Form 4 class. I read my Caine Prize
anthology comedy story, “Wahala Lizard” and it had them laughing so hard so no
one needed to tell me they enjoyed the story. There was very little time left
so I didn’t give them any guided imagery writing exercise to do but I gave them
writing and reading advice I’d learnt from all my accomplished writer biggies
like Pede Hollist, NoViolet Bulawayo, Sumayya Lee etc. I also directed them to
Teju’s “Eight letters to a young writer” in the library. When my workshop
session finally ended, they told me they had come to class not anticipating
much but I’d opened up different perspectives in their minds and they were
happy about my visit. I was also happy I’d shared with the students the writing
opportunities/tips I never had while I was studying there. I’d developed the
interest to read and write in SWC all alone. We had interesting conversations,
those kids and I. Thanks too to my name sake, Mr. Sylvestre Atemnkeng who went
wherever I went capturing all those beautiful moments with my camera.
After the workshops , I went with
him to Menji together with Madame Victorine to eat and have a drink since we
were all exhausted and famished. While eating in Menji, Mr. Sylvestre
introduced me to a very popular Congolese medical doctor based in Fontem, Dr.
Michel with whom I had a very interesting conversation about the our
educational system vs the Congolese educational system, African football
specifically Samuel Eto’o and Congolese Rumba music and its premier artists
like Papa Wemba, Werrason, J.B Mpiana, Koffi Olomide and of course, swag boy,
Fally Ipupa! At dusk, Dr. Michel and I descended to the Mariapolis Centre in
Nveh on the same bike. When we got there, the okada man refused our payments
because, guess what! Dr. Michel had treated his parents at Mary Health hospital
in Nveh and he was of course, still grateful for the lifesaving act and held
the popular doctor in high esteem.
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