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THE PROFESSOR AND STUDENT WHO NEVER MET IN CLASS: TRIBUTE TO FALLEN PROFESSOR BOLE BUTAKE

November 2, 2016

When I cited Bole Butake—among other writers—as a source of inspiration /influence in my writing career (in an online interview granted Adam Levon Brown) on 19 September 2016, I never knew that was the last time I was using his name without tags like “fallen”, “late”, “deceased”, “departed”, “posthumous”… I couldn’t imagine that was the last time I would refer to Prof. in present tenses.

Professor Bole Butake meant so much to me: professor, mentor, source of literary inspiration, father… I first heard his name in Form Three, secondary school, when we studied his collection of plays Lake God and Other Plays. I met him personally in Yaoundé in 2009 when I entered ENS Yaoundé and the University of Yaoundé 1. In my usual thirst for knowledge and wisdom from great scholars and writers of his calibre, I quickly approached Prof. Butake and he received me with irresistible humility and fatherly warmth. Prof., would discuss academics and scholarships with me, receive and chat with me in his Mbankolo residence, read and comment on my works like my unpublished play Mandela, introduce me to his wife and children; I would follow him from church to his home…Curiously enough, Prof and I never met in a classroom in the strict sense of a fall-walled classroom! We always met in the larger classrooms of life’s university!

Professor Bole Butake, who hailed from Nkor in Noni Subdivision, Cameroon, was a great scholar and prolific writer who rose to fame through hard work. He lost his two parents within one week, aged six, thereby becoming an orphan at that tender age! As a lone child, he relied on hard work and benefited from the support of benefactors. His education took him to the upper echelons of society. After primary school in St Patrick Primary School Nkor, he went through Sacred Heart College, CCAST Bambili, University of Yaoundé (UniYao) to Leeds University in the UK where he got his PhD. Thereafter, he lectured at UniYao till his retirement in 2012, having risen to full professor of Performing Arts and African Literature. He also headed the African Literature Department at UniYao for some time.

Professor Butake has not only been a great literary scholar, but also an internationally-acclaimed writer who started off as a poet, although his fame came through drama. His poetry began to appear in The Mould –a literary magazine of a literary club with the same name—which he, alongside other scholars, created at UniYao. He was also instrumental in the creation of the Flame Players, a drama troupe that made many crowd-pulling performances of some first major plays in Cameroon Anglophone Literature. In collaboration with others like Bate Besong, Ndumbe Eyoh, Kitts Mbeboh, Nalova Lyonga, Edward Ako, Tala Kashim, etc., he worked for the creation of the Anglophone Cameroon Writers’ Association (ACWA). In his writings, Butake always took sides with the oppressed masses and strongly satirised all forms of oppressive leadership. Both subtly and explicitly, he addressed the Anglophone Problem in his works. His plays also promoted national integration by uplifting intertribal marriage among Cameroonians. Some of his plays depict the aftermath of the 1986 Lake Nyos Disaster. He lampooned “unprofessional” uniformed men. He also explored the centrality of women in traditional African societies. Interestingly, he “refused to be lapiroed” into the conscience-divorced political manoeuvres of Cameroon!

His achievements and legacy are glaring and long-lasting. He authored, edited or co-authored many literary works: The Rape of Michelle (1984), Lake God (1986), The Survivors (1989), And palm Wine Will Flow (1990), Shoes and Four Men in Arms (1993), Dance of the Vampires (1995), Zintgraff and the Battle of Mankon (2003), Family Saga (2005), Betrothal Without Libation (2005) and Cameroon Anthology of Poetry (2010). He is credited for his role in the creation of The Flame Players, ACWA and The Mould. He was one of the pioneers of participatory-approach theatre for development in Cameroon. In 1986 he participated in the prestigious International Writing Program at Iowa University (USA) and won the Eko Prize for Literature in 2011. He is recognised widely on the global literary landscape. World Encyclopaedia of Theatre recognises him alongside other African dramatists like Wole Soyinka and Nguggi Wanthiogo as “distinguished writers…whose works have made a breakthrough internationally” (p.25). For Encyclopaedia of Post-Colonial Literatures in English, he “…is the most widely-known Cameroonian dramatist outside his homeland and a powerful successor to Sankie Maimo’s strand of traditional realism” (p.415).

© Kenneth Toah Nsah (Nsah Mala), 08 October 2016

Université de Perpignan Via Domitia, France

By Bolle Celestina

October 22, 2016


They call you my brother in-law, but I call you daddy because you showed fatherly love not only to me, but to my son Nsanyoh whom you personally took me to the hospital to put to birth. You took him as your grandson, carrying him as your grandson, carrying him and presenting him to all your friends who came to your house.

Daddy, your departure has left us with a heavy heart. Our eyes are full of tears. May you stay in the bosom of the Lord until we shall meet to depart no more.

ADIEU DADDY.

"Daddy" - by Ada

October 22, 2016

When my father passed away, I was so hurt and hopeless but when you welcomed me into your family, all of these disappeared because I found another father who will let me call him ‘daddy’. Daddy, despite all the pains you went through during your sickness, I hoped and prayed that you get well and come back to us, but God saw you getting tired and a cure was not meant to be.

So He put his arms around you and whispered ‘come to me’ and your golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands found rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. Daddy, it was a pleasure to be in your company.

Adieu. Ada

Resting in the confidence of Jesus the Messiah

October 22, 2016

By faith in God's holy word, we are confident that though we put his body to rest back into the earth, his spirit lives in a better state, at home with the Lord Jesus.

Resting in the confidence of Jesus the Messiah

October 22, 2016

By faith in God's holy word, we are confident that though we put his body to rest back into the earth, his spirit lives in a better state, at home with the Lord Jesus.

 

October 20, 2016

It is the simplicity of the times I spent with daddy that will remain in my heart forever. As a child one of my favorite activities with him was eating. We would eat and play and after eating he would carry me in one arm and the cat in his other and we would rest. My little brother Sangnyoh and I used to call him uncle-daddy, because that was the best explanation our young minds could create for a man who took on so many roles without breaking a sweat. He was better than any superhero. He was an uncle 24/7 and a father 24/7 not to mention companion, mentor, inspiration, and protector. I thank God for him and what he accomplished on Earth, may daddy rest in peace and may his legacy reign in abundance.

October 20, 2016

"By referring to you as Pa within an academic milieu, we were  emphasizing that you were our father.  Our exciting conversations and sometimes, different views on 'Anglophone culture' always brightened our workshops in Freiburg, Yaounde, Kano, Basel and Johannesburg. Pa, may your soul RIP."

October 16, 2016

Daddy, (Prof) as we fondly called you I got the news immediately it happened, I cried my lungs out hoping that someone will send another text telling me that it was a mistake; that other text never came. Then I called to find out still hoping that i will hear laughter and light heartedness on the other  side rather what I heard was this "Stella Prof has left us"
It was like a verdict but on this one I could not file an appeal because it was the decision of the highest court. The judge of the court unquestionably just. His procedures are His and no one can dispute it or ask Him to show proof of how He came to His decision. At this realization, I had to rest my case; given the chance I could have requested the judge to change His verdict but knowing who He is, I was confident that His decision had some silver linings that our naked eyes could not see at this time.

Prof though I have rested my case, the memories will never leave. As Nyanyoh (Dr. Butake) rightly puts it you are the type of Protagonist that cannot be replaced. The vacuum will remain and we will fill it only with loving memories.

 How you taught me patience though it took me a very long time to learn; how you taught me how to stay calm even in the most chaotic situation; how you taught me how to take control when those who are supposed to be in charge are slow to act. How you tolerated and guided me through all those teenage years suppressing that teenage rebellion in your subtle, scornful yet loving way that completely disarmed me.

When it came to academics, you were one who never compromised with mediocrity. You would never say you tried just to please us; you will “your results tells me how lazy you have been”

I learned so much from you. You may not have fathered me biologically but you are the father that I spent the most part of my life with. I remember when I was in High school I was one of the best literature students and my teacher who had been your student in the University, after reading my paper will often say, “ I have no doubt in your work because it runs in the family “ meaning I had inherited my literarily skills from you.

When I became an adult with a career and parental responsibilities, you treated me with the respect that was due but still being there for me as a father and I never stopped turning to you whenever I needed help.

I talked to you a few days before you left us; your voice was so okay just like the voice I have always heard and that made me feel so good what could have made me imagine that would be the last time I would hear that voice. I will cherish that moment and I will always hear the sound of that voice. I know you have gone to keep watching over us.

 

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October 16, 2016


Memories of Professor Bole Butake

TIME

Once upon a post- midnight passing,

 time ticked out on the lantern.

Two decades …. gone ….

Lives immersed in books,

plays, novels, short stories;

electrified audiences ….Amphi 700,

Hilton hotel ….

sleepless nights…. burning pens,

romantic pens, socio-political pens,

traditional pens ….colonial pens ….

Anglophone pens ….North West pens ….

South West pens ….

gripping technological keyboards ….

a generation of elite Anglophone Cameroon

writers and playwrights…. the 80s and 90s ….

            passing ….and still passing ….

Yaoundé, Douala, Bamenda, Kumba, Buea,

Chicago, Washington D.C., New York!

dust unto dust …. read their works ….,

 recall Yaoundé University theater ….

●          Joseph Anchangnayuoh Ngongwikuo

●          Kenjo W. Jumbam

●          Hansel Ndumbe Eyoh

            & now,

●          Bole Butake ….

friends…. colleagues …. all gon’t …. 2016

Once upon a time, their works lighted

the classrooms and stage of yearning minds,

and captivating audiences ….

and now, still they do ….and will continue to do ….

memorabilias unforgotten …. death bells have tolled…

Their works continue to be published …. for future

 generations of avid readers at home and in Diaspora ….

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Last night, I read Bolang’s message and I cried.

 I cried not because I was not aware of Prof’s death.

 I cried not because I was not aware of death,

 a path that chronicles our lives at a clock’s tick.

 I cried because nostalgic thoughts of two decades past fluttered

 like butterflies in my mind, reminding me of good old days

 when bobe and bobe were pals, mingling at home, offices,

 and at njangis in Hypodrome and Bangkolo, immersed

 in hearty conversations that resonated with the political

 and social trappings of perennial lives that mattered

 in Cameroon, while Bolang and siblings were kids growing up!

Wow! it was but yesterday… .and today ….memories …of time.

 

The phrase “prolific playwright Bole Butake” continues

to flutter like a butterfly in the works of my father,

the dissertations of students  …. from South Africa,

to Nigeria, to Kenya, to Cameroon, to London,

to Germany, to the U.S., and in articles that journey

through a nation’s political wobbles of the ‘90s …

To you Prof. I doff my hat, and pray that as your spirit

  passes through the golden gate, may your works live

 on …. and never die ….

 

At Bayreuth, we met last, to part, and see no more ….

Oh Prof.! How they loved you on that campus

at the University of Bayreuth…. so much respect

and acknowledgement for one of our own in academia ….

 on campus …. colleague to colleague greetings, ….almost

 with a bow …. I wonder whether you noticed …. that summer,

handshakes ….conversations …. with colleagues

 from the Department of African Studies, from Bayreuth

 to Boston, Massachusetts ….as I stood by and quietly

 listened …walking with you down the stairs ….

and nodding my head ….happy to be a part of the fold ….

with one of my Profs. who taught me Kenjo Jumbam’s

 The White Man of God at the University of Yaoundé ….

and today I still remember vividly Prof. ….

 

Rest peacefully in the Lord for to Anglophone

 Cameroon and Cameroon as a whole, you did your part ….

 in your time ….

May the next generation take on the mantle….

as you exit the stage on October  1, 2016 ….and time on ….

to our ancestral world …. may you continue

to be an inspiration to the younger generation ….

 through your works ….

Buni ka jung! Ayongna kha Prof., as you journey

 to meet your friends ….gone before you.

May the Lord receive you ….May he console

 your wife, children, and family …. as time chimes on ….


Irmagard  Anchang Langmia

Sunday October 9, 2016

October 13, 2016

 His repertoire and rich legacy of plays include: The Rape of Michelle (1984), Lake God (1986), The Survivors (1989),  And Palm-wine Will Flow (1990), Shoes and Four Men in Arms (1993), Dance of the Vampires (1995), Zintgraff and the Battle of Mankon (2003), Family Saga (2005, Betrothal Without Libation (2005), Cameroon Anthology of Poetry (2010

October 12, 2016

I never got to see my uncle Bole Butake but I have heard a lot about him, I heard my mother and auntie say that he was calm, and hardworking. “A life that touches others goes on forever”, so even though uncle Bole Butake is not alive his life and legacy will still remain today and forever. May his soul rest in peace.

 

 

I am confident

October 8, 2016

I still hear those words ringing in my ears: "I am confident", you said. And so are we, your beloved family and loved ones. Your faith in God stood the test of time; through joy and pain, sickness and health, the Almighty revealed His deep love and grace to you. Your life was marked by great tenacity, your departure by a quiet, unbending hope.

We celebrate the life that you lived; the blessings and good things that the God of heaven poured out in and through you, the lessons you learned and passed on to us and others. We hold dear the legacy you left behind, and hard though it is we rejoice in the hope of your and our salvation.

May you rest in peace in the eternal presence of the Most High God.

 

1 Thessalonians 5:9-11

For God has not destined us for wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ,  who died for us so that whether we are awake or asleep we might live with him. Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.

 

 

 

Birthday tribute from children - July 28 2012

October 7, 2016

The things we shared without a word

October 7, 2016

I remember vividly the night we sat in that apartment in Bayreuth Germany, after a warm meal together. I was washing up when I heard you burst out laughing. Curious, I stopped what I was doing and came out to share in your amusement. To my surprise, I discovered you were watching an old movie on TV - with no sound! Totally surprised, I asked you how you could follow a movie without the sound. You just laughed and said "It's really interesting". So I stood there for a moment watching this movie with you, and pretty soon, I burst out laughing too. It really was funny!

In retrospect, I realise that we shared lots of similar moments - when we understood each other without saying much. Though I will certainly miss the great conversations and discussions with you, I'll always hold dear those moments we shared - without saying a word. I want to say it again and again - thank you for everything that you were to me, to our family and to the multitudes whose lives you touched in a such a positive way.

October 4, 2016

Professor Bole Butake (Papah) was a very loving father, a wonderful husband and a terrific teacher and mentor. The way he lived his life was an excellent example that taught me a lot about being responsible and having a sense of purpose, he made me understand that the only thing that is yours and cannot be inherited is your education, Academic qualifications are never passed down to another person, it is the only thing that remains yours even after you die. As I got older I started recalling those words and it made a lot of sense to me and has shaped my life in a way. Every positive step I have ever taken in my life I see him in it. The way he talks to you when you go wrong will make you adjust; without yelling or looking angry, he says that one word that you never see coming and will automatically make you the wiser. I remember one time I did not wash the dishes and the kitchen was a mess, he looked at me and said * you call yourself clean* I was busy looking at myself to see if I had any dirt on me, he turned around and said go to the kitchen. He never made it loud or came back to say something else or even mentioned it again. When I went into the kitchen I saw how dirty the kitchen was and true I felt so messy inside of me and from then I knew better. Who he was is hard to imagine what life will be like going forward without his guidance and support.

He was a very intelligent man and even though he was an intellectual, he will be on the same level with the villagers when he meets them., he was patient, loving and incredibly generous and spent countless hours of his own time helping his students, family, friends neighbors He was also available whenever needed to help.

 

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