Chiwenite Onyekwelu: “Transatlantic Equation”
2020 Jack Grapes Poetry Prize Winner
“Transatlantic Equation” is a brave and moving poem, blending the political with the personal. The poet approaches a difficult and serious subject with the right balance of passion and control, politics and aesthetic, clarity and beauty. In the poem, the speaker examines the “equation” that is involved in transporting slaves to the Americas or Europe, where “one black body equals a ship + half a distant country” and also the grief of the women and children left behind, “the density of every heart shriveled.” This confrontation of the past is no easy task, as we are told, “This is the century you keep trying to forget.” Yet, it is an obligation that the speaker must perform. In the last few stanzas, the poem shifts from a series of couplets to two solid tercets, as the speaker meditates, “All my life, I have memorized the Transatlantic Equation,” and then reimagines “a black man seated by himself // hoping and hoping and hoping / that the ship would wreck.” This final couplet is such a powerful and perfect ending to a poem such as this. Thus, reading the poem, we witness the power of poetry in which language, imagination, and desire are used to find space for rebellion and resistance in this painful history of violence, subjugation, and oppression.
— Bunkong Tuon
In antediluvian mathematics, one black
body equals a ship + half a distant country
across the shores. Sum up your windpipes.
multiply by every minute you held your breath,
a gun nailed halfway into you. The
science of disappearance, make water subject
of the formula. All the women deserted
at home. And their children still too fragile to
accommodate grief. Measure the density
of every heart shriveled. This is the century you
keep trying to forget. Number every black
man left on each ship, multiply the logarithms
of overload. And the bodies not too strong
to reach the shores, only strong enough to float
on water. Take drowning as the mathematical
equivalent of freedom.
All my life, I have memorized the
Transatlantic Equation, where x
is distance traveled towards the
Americas or Europe. And in every
proximity to shores, there is
a black man seated by himself
hoping and hoping and hoping
that the ship would wreck.
(Author photo by Martha Eze)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chiwenite Onyekwelu is a 20-year-old Nigerian writer. He was a runner up for the 2020 Foley Poetry Contest, a finalist for the Stephen A. Dibiase Poetry Contest 2020, winner of the Christopher Okigbo Poetry Prize 2019, as well as the 2nd prize winner of the Newman Writing Contest 2017. His writings explore the themes of identity, religion, animal injustice, the environment, home, pedophilia and other ways a child is maimed. His works have appeared or are forthcoming from America Magazine, Brittle Paper, Sub-Saharan Magazine, the Kreative Diadem issue: Isolation and elsewhere. Chiwenite edits poetry for the Sub-Saharan Magazine, and attempts to play the guitar once in a while. Although very bad at the strings, he enjoys watching his roommate play on them and learning how music can be plucked out of a blue-colored acoustic guitar. Chiwenite is currently an undergraduate at Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka, where he is pursuing a bachelor’s degree in pharmacy. He can be found on twitter (@chiwenite9) and on Instagram (@chiwenite_onyekwelu).