By Jon Pen de Ngong
Ten years ago, I found a good quote that explains the title of my book, ‘The Black Christs Of Africa’. The words are:
“Above all, I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, And the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.”
I did not know who was Wilfred Owen till I stumbled on more about him 10 years later (2018) that he was a First World War hero from Britain. Lt. Owen was killed in the last battle of the War, at Ors in France, on November 4, 1918, just less than a week to the end of the war (Armistice).
His mother as informed about her son’s death just the morning of the Armistice, the 11th hour of the ceasefire and permanent declaration to the end of WW1. This is not the only tragedy in Owen’s 25-year life. More are in his poetry that can be found abundant on the internet here.
In the poem I wrote to him today, ‘Posthumous Epistle To Lt. Owen’, I have also acknowledged that I am using his words on my book.
One more important observation for our upcoming artists, especially poets, Owen is celebrated in the English history of literature just published only 5 poems in the Media, two anonymously and orphaned a manuscript of others.
As I am writing today, over 500 of my poems are in print in 4 books and various Media outlets since 2008, and over other 500 are in raw form in 15 titles of Manuscripts. If I pass on today (if God permits), my difference with Wilfred Owen will be the level of literacy and the patriotic will of my fellow Africans on the promotion of their very own. The effort in promoting others’ works also matters in the case of the British writers as in the American artists and Nigerian actors.
The poem is structured below (with his pictures)…: