Sunday, July 6, 2008

Comoros

On 6 July the Union of Comoros celebrates their Independence Day—the gained their independence from France in 1975. Another young’un among world nations. Comoros is an island nation between the north end of Madagascar and the north eastern end of Mozambique—it’s the third smallest African nation, and I think it often gets forgotten, as the island nations of Africa do. But today we’re remembering it. While the country officially include Mayotte, it has never administered this island is considered overseas community of France, and France continues its administration.

For a small nation, Comoros has a diverse mix in its history—and today it is the only state that’s a member of the Africa Union, Francophonue, the Organisation of the Islamic Conference, the Arab League AND the Indian Ocean Commission.

It’s believed that the original inhabitants arrived from Polynesia, Melanesia, Malaysia and Indonesia—sometime before the 6th century. Following this, people came from Africa, Persia, Indonesia and Madagascar to settle on the islands, bringing different influences into the mix. Swahili settlers came in the 9th and 10th centuries, followed in the 11th to 15th centuries by arrivals from Madagascar and the Middle East, and new small towns began to crop up while existing towns got bigger. There’s a bit of a melting pot in the oral histories from Comoros—there are legends of earlier Arab settlements, and apparently Swahilis relate a history whereby they trace their roots back to these Arab settlers. With the Middle Eastern influence came Islam, and when this spread Comorians built large mosques. It was, by the 19th century, Sunni Persians
who dominated and religion and architecture reflect that influence.

Of course, in the mean time, Europeans got in on the action too—the Portuguese visited Comoros in the 16th century, while they were up to their explorations, and until the Suez Canal was opened Comoros was a stopping point for those sailing to and from India. Meanwhile, Comorians didn’t export much—except coconuts. But who doesn’t love a coconut now and then? But then the French came along, and established plantations of ylang-ylang, coffee, cocoa, sisal and—my favourite—vanilla. Yum. Comoros was officially a French colony from 1912 until its independence—the agreement was reached in 1973, though it was meant to take effect in 1978. Until, that is, the Comorian parliament passed a resolution in 1975 declaring independence. Itchy feet, and good for them.

Follow independence, though, there’s been a great deal of political turmoil in the form of multiple coup d’états. The first few months saw three different presidents—and Ali Soilih who lasted three years was the subject of seven attempted coups before one succeeded and he was killed. His replacement, Ahmed Abdallah (the initial president) brought with him authoritarian rule. After just over ten years in office, Abdallah was killed in 1989 and Soilih’s half-brother Mohamed Djohar came to power, leading the nation until an attempted coup in 1995. It didn’t stop there—two islands declared independence from Comoros in 1997 and tried to restore French rule—but France said no. More coups and attempted coups followed—since independence there have been over 20 in 33 years.

I had some trouble finding a poem from Comoros that had been translated—in the end I’ve decided to use a poem that remains untranslated from the French, written by the poet Adjmaël Halidi. It is a from a longer sequence—the whole is available online here.


Au plus grand poète des Lunes Saindoune, Ben Ali

1 
CYCLES NOCTURNES




Oh silence pourrissoir

Temps quadruple de cruauté

: tel Nocher le mentor en transe

berce de ses mains walkyries la Chance

tympan sur panse bénie par Cybèle

il guette sentent la tachycardie

la stryge en cadence danse d’anses

: hématurie et hurrahs …eaux denses

: hématurie douce layette fœtale.



Ô plus de Chance chance de sûre vie 

Oh Chance dans les limbes les viocs sont aux anges



Parfois lycanthropie 

n’est plus un mythe.

D’autrefois les humanoïdes 

désertent la fiction.

Une preuve ! Interroges 

Les fosses d’aisances d’îles-lune.


— Adjmaël Halidi

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