AUTHOR: SARAH ALUKO
NUMBER OF PAGES: 148
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2017
REVIEWER: OYINDAMOLA SHOOLA
Sarah Aluko cautiously penned her first book – Firstborn, to perfection! Reading the book, I concluded that Sarah has written with the same passion and admiration as a mother towards her first child upon birth.
Sarah Aluko opens Firstborn with a section titled Dusk that talks about romantic love. In this section, Sarah discusses the complication of romantic relationships and the power of words in making one submit to their partner’s will and her unique use of words and with imageries remind me of Rupi Kaur and Pyrokardia.
One of my favorite poems in Dusk is on page 14, where Sarah writes,
I love him like a best friend
Yet he kisses me like a husband
And I respond to him as his wife
He embraces me like a father
And I accept it as a loving daughter
He defends me as if he were my brother
And I support him like a sister
For no soul could ever understand.
Our simple but complicated,
Forever-loving, forever-changing, forever-growing
For mere mortals could never comprehend it.
This poem infers to me that to love or be loved could mean being one for a person while simultaneously being all for them, unlimitedly.
In another poem titled You- part (iii) Sarah writes;
Love is you.
A constant reminder that
God has not forgotten me…
Sarah’s words have a way of softening one’s heart by clarifying the possibilities of what love can or cannot be. Like she writes on page 21, her poetry appeals to the deepest parts where we aren’t very conscious of, in our existence and relationships with other people.
In Sarah’s words in the second section titled Twilight, I sensed a symbolism of growth through the pain and new understanding. This part is very emotional. Sarah writes about men from a different perception. Sarah writes,
Mother says some men are bandits
Coming to take what they have not earned
She says bandits make temples out of bodies
Worshiping all night long, on their knees
Singing sweet songs of devotion
That is always forgotten by morning
Continuing this poem, the temple transforms into a body where the bandits now live in and make her a stranger in her own house. The character teaches from her brokenness and is unashamedly vulnerable to be seen in the process.
In the middle of Twilight, we fall into a subsection titled Therapy Sessions. I like this part because it gives a raw presentation of how simple things can wake up clothed in any color they want when an individual is struggling emotionally. More importantly, Sarah answers the question ‘How are you?’ in different ways, some which make one’s heart drop. Sometimes, she says I am fine, but another time Sarah writes,
My heart is on fire.
Everyone run out
Run for cover
Before the flames
There will be nothing left of you
In some poems, Sarah discusses anger and how it encourages one to make rational decisions or ask unnecessary questions. For example on page 74 of Firstborn, Sarah writes,
When he has left you
You will be tempted to answer stupid questions
Was I good enough?
Was I pretty enough?
Maybe if I said something sooner?
What if I just kept quiet?
Maybe if I pushed too hard?
Maybe I didn’t fight hard enough?
Trust me, do not do it
This poem reminds me of many conversations I have had with several women who have experienced one form of intense emotional pain inflicted by someone else. What is fascinating is how women tend to feed their perpetrator’s lack of conscience while swallowing responsibilities, blame, and shame that does not belong to them.
In the last part of Firstborn titled Dawn, Sarah redirects her energy to focus on loving herself and reclaiming her worth. She writes poems that do not show perfection in the circumstances that she faces but builds courage and resilience in pulling through. In Maya Angelou’s’ words, Dawn shows a writer that is not limited by survival but who thrives with passion, compassion, and style.
In her self-reclamation, we read poems like one titled I am on page 132 where Sarah unapologetically holds characteristics that others may find threatening to their poor self-esteem. Sarah writes,
I am backbone
Too much fight
Too much sweat
Too much blood
Too much love
Too many hours of labour
I am my mother’s words
Too much beauty
Too much passion
Too much fire
I am too much of what I have been through
Too much woman
Too much black
Too much black woman
So it is okay,
if I am too much for you to handle.
Firstborn by Sarah Aluko brought me through a process of self-reflection and allowed me to realize many things. First, that if one is loved well, one can never be loved too much. Secondly, that with being whole comes the fear of brokenness and, thirdly, that one can never be too broken to be put back together. I also learned that vulnerability is powerful enough to break the façade of strength that other people’s expectations force us to wear.