In partnership with the Wick Poetry Center

Poet: Mwatabu Okantah
Place of residence: Akron, Ohio
As Mwatabu Okantah, B.A. ā76, was heading home from Kent one evening several years ago, he saw a police car parked near a high school. When he drove past, the officer turned on the carās headlights and followed him all the way to the highway.
āItās not the first time thatās happened, and probably wonāt be the last,ā says Okantah, associate professor and poet-in-residence for Pan-African studies and director of the Center of Pan-African Culture, who has taught at the Kent Campus for 25 years. āI wrote a poem about it, because itās a story many black people share.
āIāve had police stop my car, and when they talk to me, their hand is on their gun. I can see theyāre afraid, and itās on me to diffuse the situation.ā His teenage sons have had similar experiences. āIāve taught them to keep calm, say āyes sir, no sir,ā do what they ask and donāt move without permission,ā he says. āItās irritating, but you learn to live with it because thatās the way it is.ā
In his āBlack Experienceā class, Okantah teaches the history of black people in this country. āStudents see that what they are experiencing now isnāt new. Young blacks are just the latest generation to have to learn how to navigate these things.ā
In passing along this history, Okantah has become an African-American griotāfollowing in the tradition of West African griots, a class of traveling poets, musicians and storytellers who perform tribal histories and genealogies. He redefines that tradition through his research, writing and performances. āMy approach to poetry is telling stories about experiences, connecting history from one generation to the next.ā
It seems an unlikely path for someone who once received an āFā for refusing to write a poem in the 10th grade. āThe poetry I was exposed to was alien to me,ā says Okantah, who grew up in New Jersey. But his father made it clear he could not bring home another failing grade. So the next time he had to write a poemāas a high school junior who played football and ran trackāhe did, writing about the racial tension in his school after the Newark riots that summer. āI had to read my poem to the class, and there was silence. It was like being naked.ā
He didnāt write again until he came to 911³Ō¹Ļ on an athletic scholarship, and his writing instructor required students to keep a journal. āWhen I wrote in my journal, I would lose all sense of time,ā Okantah says. He was surprised to receive an āAā in the class: āI even asked the instructor if he was sure.ā
That spring he hurt his knee. While he was in the hospitalā a teaching assistant visited and gave him a copy of Richard Wrightās Native Son. āIt was the first time Iād read a book by a black author, and it opened a whole new world to meāā Okantah says. He left school for a year and a half, then returned and declared English as his major. āIād learned the power of words.ā
Mwatabu Okantah photographed by Melissa Olson
Illustration by Zuzanna Kubisova '17

Traveling Stanzasāan award-winning collaboration between the Wick Poetry Center and the School of Visual Communication Designāaims to facilitate a global conversation through the intimate and inclusive voice of poetry. Featured poems are curated from global submissions and illustrated by 911³Ō¹Ļ students and alumni.
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