Writing poetry and fiction since she was fourteen years old, Patricia Jabbeh Wesley, realized that she “was more gifted in poetry than fiction” when she was in college.” Currently, she is editing “a collection of short stories, while seeking an agent for my memoir, so maybe one day soon, I can say I am a writer of three genres.”
Born and raised in Liberia, in 1989 when the Liberian civil war began Jabbeh Wesley was “experimenting with fiction.” However, her shift to poetry was prompted by the civil war, and at its beginning had nearly completed a collection of poetry. Jabbeh Wesley speaks to how the shift in emphasis occurred.
“It was during our flight as a family, the urgency of the war, bombs falling, people dying around me, and always being on the run with my small children, my husband, my mother, and her family that I realized that war had no time for the long windedness of prose. I needed to capture my life during those days in the refugee, displaced camp, and I did with the urgency of war. That was when I began writing only poetry. And then I knew I was more a poet than a fiction writer.”
Confident and outspoken, Patricia Jabbeh Wesley teaches creative writing at Penn State University where she is an Associate Professor; she has lived in the USA since 1991, where she earned a doctorate degree. She has so far published four poetry collections, and is very popular reader both nationally and internationally at festival as well as universities. Jabbeh Wesley shares some of the top venues where she has performed.
“I was invited to the 2007 famous International Poetry Festival of Medellin in Colombia, South America, and then again to the 20th anniversary celebration, 2010, something which rarely happens with that festival. I have also been a guest of the 2008 Pan African Literary Forum in Accra, Ghana, that brought together writers and students of writing from around Africa and the world, including the USA. Also, I was a guest at the Fall for the Book Festival 2009, held throughout Virginia; and to the very renowned City of Asylum Festival, the Calvin College Festival of Faith and Writing.”
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley was one of the featured poets at the Kistrech Poetry Festival. Of her participation she says, “I was very privileged to be a part of the Kistrech International Poetry Festival for the opportunity to present my poetry to my East African brethren, to read at the three universities along with other poets, and to meet all of the wonderful writers from around the world, the younger generation of African poets as well as others in the Diaspora who are my contemporaries. The festival taught me a lot. I also got the opportunity to see a region of Africa that I had long longed to see.”
“I am an African with the heart for my continent. despite being away in the Diaspora for two decades. When I write, it is to bring my culture and my people to the world, to bring to life the stories of our war, those who died, and to give voice to my people, the Liberian and the African people. I want my audience to hear the voice of one African woman poet, and to understand that our poetry speaks a far different language than the poetic language of the African man.”
Her poem below reveals her social consciousness.
Sometimes, I Close My Eyes
Sometimes I see the world, scattered
in small brick shacks along the hillsides
far away in Colombia,
where it is only the poor, at the peak
of the mountains. Medellin, holding on
so the city can find rest.
Sometimes, I see the poor in my Bai,
shoeless and old, his teeth threatening
to leave him if he continued on,
and walking on barefoot, he looks ahead,
his eyes, not betraying the future, where
the children he’s populated
the globe with, will cradle him beneath
the soil, where we all go, poor or rich,
where we all go, if we believe in the grave.
Sometimes, it is just these children who
have emerged from a long war they never
saw; children, left along
the sewage drains, the same people who
brought on the war, now recapturing
the land as if the land could be captured.
Sometimes, the world is hazy, as if fog
were a thing for the artist’s rough canvas;
sometimes, the world is a shattered piece
of your Iyeeh’s dish, the one from ages ago,
the one that was not meant to crack,
but sometimes, this is the world, the simple,
ordinary world, where people are too
ordinary to matter. Sometimes, I close my
eyes so I don’t have to see the world.
To learn more about Patricia Jabbeh Wesley visit her website: http://www.pjabbeh.com
;and her blog: poetryforpeace.wordpress.com
I use my own life as an example. I never say no, which is how I got my first teaching job, designing a course I had never taught before, about people, many of whom I had not heard about before, and on a topic/subject about which I was only cursory familiar.
Opal Palmer Adisa 