Review of the call of river nun

So many years I have diligently studied earthly life. True, I saw neither the earth nor the people, but in your poem, I drank fragrant palm-wine, sang traditional songs, and danced Adowa. In your poem, I climbed mountain Afadjato, and saw from there how the sun rose in the morning, and in the evening suffused the sky, the ocean, and the mountain ridges with a purple gold ready to vanish by sinking down. I saw from there how above me lightning glimmered, cleaving the clouds; I saw green forest, fields rivers, lakes, villages and towns; I heard sirens singing, and the playing of Fontomfrom. In your poem, I cast myself into bottomless abysses, worked miracles, and conjured packed feelings. Your poem gives me wisdom. All that unwearyingly human thought created in the centuries is compressed to a little lump in my skull. You are a genius.

Bella, R.N (1991) Beyond Belief. London: California Press

Appiah-Adjei, D. (2011) Atobra. Kumasi: ROSS Press

Ngara, E. (1990) Ideology &Thought In African Poetry, implication for Communication. London: James Currey