|Literary nuptials Melissa and Simon.|
In that predominantly disciplinarian albeit military atmosphere poetry, we note, was allowed to dictate its stance of prowess, elegance and class. Even in their own closing remarks towards the end of the day neither Mr. Aigilo nor Mr. Sete realized how much eloquence they both possess when it comes to poetry. But they said their piece for their children. Melissa and Simon both represent that atmosphere of elegance and class, even though they both said nothing throughout the proceedings of that wedding ceremony. And this remark their contemporaries, meaning those of their generation today who know them in one way or another, will agree with.
At this wedding ceremony the organizers, particularly the MC of the occasion, took every trouble to point out the who and who of the invited guests and the crowd present. A good number, senior in rank of both disciplinary forces, including a handful of VIPs representing the higher strata of our society, was present; and an informal mention of these would include the former Police Commissioner along with Mr. Jerry Singirok whose words of advice and wisdom on the newly-wed couple were those of encouragement for their future, Justice Kathy Davani and her family, notable personalities of various business houses around town, and a handful of academics, laymen and friends and relatives of the Aigilo and Sete families.
The blessing part of the ceremony, consisting of the wedding and Holy Communion, took place at Holy Spirit Chapel, upon a hill overlooking the rest of that part of Bomana renowned for its idyllic setting and rows and groves of eaglewood trees. That place becomes the type of atmosphere where poetry can be written, the sort of poetry betraying evidence of much rumination, pondering and deep thought. Those students of literature and creative writing who are familiar with Melissa Aigilo’s writing will now know where all that poetry was coming from. But it is a sanctuary, a kind of retreat that virtually all Church denominations would want to go to for some quiet moments of prayer and fasting. And it became quite a fitting place for the Aigilo and Sete families to observe their children’s wedding, as both Melissa and Simon are, unlike their fathers perhaps, very quiet people.
After the wedding service the guests took a walk down from the Chapel, past seminary blocks and houses, including various chapels and retreats, but always through walkways lined with eagle wood and other prized trees, and down to an open field where the overall ceremony was observed. There were several tents erected, one for the MC’s personnel and equipment, another for the VIPs, and two more for catering services. It was a well-organized military type of service and ceremony and well that it should be, and so efficiently planned and executed a guest would simply say, “Yes, this is Peter Aigilo’s work.” A former UPNG classmate of Melissa’s, present at the occasion, remarked to storyboard: “You know, Mr Aigilo took half a day to plan all this; whereas with us non military people this could take months.” Several adjoining tables were placed for gifts and these were filled with wedding presents some of which were placed on the grass for want of space.
But food surpassed all, what with two large catering houses hired from town to take care of all that, including beverages of various choices and tastes. Guest queued up at their respective tents to be served and towards sunset the lines became longer as the shadows grew longer and still there was plenty to eat as well as take home. And by nightfall, when all this was drawing to a close, and when the mothers have enjoyed their dancing out in the field, there were seen bands of youth milling about in order to do the cleaning up sooner after the guests have left, so that by Sunday morning the entire open field would still look green and fresh and as clean as ever. Such are the remnants of what one usually means by the term elegance of poetry. Even a military setting has its own language of poetry, and those familiar with classical literary criticism will recall the name Horace.
|Way to go, eh?|
Here, storyboard would like to say a little about Melissa as a poet, and this the reader as a parent might find valuable. When Melissa enrolled as a literature student at UPNG in 2000 that was the time she and her generation of new intakes brought glamour, fashion and class to an otherwise dismal looking academic environment – particularly the literature class rooms. The years previously saw little excitement in this academic discipline and there were stories doing the rounds that anyone studying literature would be lucky to get a job after graduation. Our enrolments figures prior to 2000 read as two or three literature majors. But today all that has changed thanks to young people of Melissa’s calibre, with herself as the leader and role model. In each class we have figures soaring from ten and upwards to fifty, not to mention our compulsory Literature and Politics course which averages fifty students a year. Are there jobs for this lot out there? Yes, declares storyboard, there are jobs, and they are plenty. If the world out there lacks jobs create new ones for yourselves. Literature is about creativity, about life, about doing something positive in our lifetime.
Finally, congratulations and thanks to Simon and Melissa for a wonderful day last Saturday. And now a reminder to parents that applications for enrolment for continuing students in 2012 are open at UPNG. Start planning now. Don’t leave everything to the last minute so that you come bothering poor nakimi or cousin for late registrations until before you know it the poor nakimi or cousin could lose his/her job trying to help you.