
Collage by THE REPUBLIC. JONATHAN A. GREEN / BRITISH MUSEUM.
THE MINISTRY OF ARTS / PHOTO DEPT.
The Photography of J. A. Green

Collage by THE REPUBLIC. JONATHAN A. GREEN / BRITISH MUSEUM.
THE MINISTRY OF ARTS / PHOTO DEPT.
The Photography of J. A. Green
For the fourteen years he worked, Jonathan Adagogo Green, more commonly known by his initials, J. A. Green, considered himself an ‘artist photographer.’ His skills of composition necessitated this tag—skills which, it must be said, was quite distinct considering the era in which Green operated: mostly in the last decade of the 19th century. The discipline in his oeuvre is quite visible but for almost a century, the dominant influence in the lingering gaze of his photography went unnoticed. Indeed, it was only recently brought to the light that this curator of some of Nigeria’s longest-surviving anthropological images is in fact a black man. This changes almost everything we know about those images.
In the 19th century, Europe pushed to control the economic prospects of Africa. Following the 1885 scramble chaired by the German vice-chancellor Otto Von Bismark, it was clear that the British had registered major colonial presence in West Africa. Fair to say, the ‘acquisition’ and administration of these parts had violence as vehicle. In Nigeria particularly, the British mission took off, almost concurrently, in two important parts of the country: the coastal Lagos area and the south, where trade relations had been established after the dissolution of the slave trade, otherwise prosperous in the region. The area around Onitsha and the Niger Delta were areas of intense British activity, and their need to document the events of their colonialist movement, brought into these areas the imagistic tool of the camera which had begun taking off in Europe in that same period.
Given this background, it makes sense the casual perception of Green is as a white man. Seemingly devoid of sentimental poise, the photographs which bore that tag, at first glance, tended to fall into the understated vision of colonial pictures. Pictures which placed subjugated African peoples in the foreground of white colonialists and the caption would read anthropologically, something like: Colonel Joseph West in the Sahara of Africa, 1893. There would almost be no mention of the mission undertaken or the instruments used in their execution, erasing the historical context of the picture, and divides the actors into two: the conqueror and the conquered. Green’s photographs subtly transcend this motivation; being a southern Nigerian man himself, and by all indications informed on the implicit motives of photography, his mind would have been a complex maze of perception.
The features of a face showcase this complexity most frequently. His most popular portrait, and one of the most iconic in Nigerian photography, is that of the iconic Benin king, Oba Ovonramwen, aboard the British ship S. S Ivy taking him to exile after the Empire’s ‘punitive expedition’ of 1897. The Ivy had briefly docked at Bonny on its way to Calabar, where Ovonramwen would live the rest of his days. In the movement that plays in my mind, Green had hurried to the bitter gaze of the Oba. He stoops, or maybe he doesn’t, because the photograph takes in a much-broader view; a view quite distinct from Ovonramwen. However, he’s the principal character, whose slouched frame implies a kingly tiredness, worn-out from the uniqueness of his person and his problems. He wants to become unburdened in this time. The roaring seas and the clink-clink of shoes on the wooden floor of the boat—all these refuse an intimate moment.
The photo’s greatness emerges from the feeling carried in that black song of Ovoramwen’s face. That such pain could befall such an important man; even the triumph echoes with warning. Ovoramwen’s garb was still those of a king, stitched elaborately, flowing from his upper body and down to his knees. All this render magnetic the first viewing of the photograph, perhaps even consequent viewings. But a time comes and the beholder places their eyes—and with it all the severity of their gaze—beyond Ovonramwen, looking rather at the guards behind him: three of them. What do they feel?
Such personas weren’t infrequent during the colonial era. The British couldn’t possibly administer the breadth of what would later constitute Nigeria themselves; they needed to make ‘police’ of some locals. The warrant chiefs were only the most popular of the bunch; there were also others, lesser-accounted-for, those like the security guards behind Ovonramwen. Stoic, their faces would have succeeded at neutrality if, like Ovonramwen, they weren’t burdened by their historical importance. But they were. It’s not revealed in their faces as it is in the stiffness of their shoulders, the necessary show put on for official purposes, yet echoing a soft implicit in the journey of this man. Indeed, one of them holds the inside of Ovonramwen’s seat. Memory must have placed before them a view of the British arriving, and their homes falling to the weakness of lesser kings. They seem to be ‘protecting’ him from escaping; in reality, he’s the one protecting them from a damning vision of themselves; the conquered.

THE CONTRASTING MODES OF GREEN’S PHOTOGRAPHS
On the contrary, Green’s photographs of women reveal anything but strength. They contribute towards a conflicting repertoire of femininity, half-shrouded in traditional ideals and half-covered by capitalism, even at so early a time in the 20th century. Martha G. Anderson and Lisa L. Aronson, in their 2021 paper ‘Jonathan A. Green: An African Photographer Hiding in Plain Sight’, perceive his images of women in a cultural light. They write that ‘most of Green’s images that prominently feature African women—or at least those found in Western archives—commemorate, or at least document, female initiation.’
Might it also have been a cultural manifestation that women seldom achieved independence in his photographs? The figure of a man is always nearby, some touch it seems, to introduce legitimacy. This might have also been so because (rich) men frequently commissioned the photographs Green took, and what better way to please one’s clientele than showcase their wealth? Inferring that women might have been viewed as appendages to a man’s possession indeed disturbs one, especially with just Green’s photographs to go with. He, after all, favoured a documentarist’s gaze. Lingering on essential notions of self and society wasn’t what he did. But rather working, from inside out, big questions which had hitherto been considered small, insignificant, such as the weight of familial burden, especially in the absence of the men.
We say the men are absent just after saying they are always present in pictures depicting women. This is to infer something beyond looming, ideological presence and considers rather physical presence. Green’s men were often political figures, and in looking at the beleaguered faces of some of the women they took photographs with, we feel deeply some of the latter’s inadequacy. In one, a chief—we know this because of his regal outfit—poses with eight women. Of them all, there’s none smiling. Not even a smirk; the importance of this activity transcends documentation. It’s possible that they thought it reflected on the man’s political standing—this documentary activity of seeming importance.
The Indiana University Press would, in 2017, publish a book of Green’s photographs curated by Anderson and Aronson, titled African Photographer J. A. Green: Reimagining the Indigenous and the Colonial, with contributions from Christraud M. Geary, Tam Fiofori and Ebiegberi Joe Alagoa. Another of the photographs, titled A Native Chief and His Wives, showcases a cluster of women. Of varying ages and sizes, it’s hard to place if, perhaps, the titular chief had some of his semi-grown children included in the collection. Their nudity contrasts with his fully clothed self, both arms criss-crossed around his chest. It is they who make the photograph stand out, but because of the commonality of their femininity, each of them blurs into one person. And the chief takes the centre stage, literally and figuratively.
The least-revealing of the photos found in Anderson and Aronson’s paper reveals the most about Green’s partly financial motivation for some of his photographs. It features four women and two kids clinging to the thighs of women who are presumably their mothers; they are weaving baskets and the children watch them, with atypical wide-eyed curiosity. Wrapped in fine textile, all of them, there’s a sensitivity and innocence the photograph propels. It’s a downplayed departure from the other photos, a change the art history professors ascribe thus:
Christian missions often produce images of this type as propaganda. Sometimes paired with ‘before’ photos in which semi-nude bodies signify ‘heathens’ in need of salvation, images of modestly clothed women typically indicate conversion to Christianity, accompanied by the adoption of a more desirable lifestyle. European audiences may have read this image that way, but Green probably produced it and a number of similar scenes for an altogether different purpose—to accompany artifacts Europeans were purchasing for export. These photographs illustrate local crafts and industries like weaving here, palm oil production, and blacksmithing, or depict local rituals.
The writer, Jindu Enugbe, believes that the people Green photographed contributed mostly to the tone of the images; it wasn’t an artistic choice as much as it was a subtle emotional response frozen in the permanence of a photograph. ‘I think it’s rather in the dispositions of the persons he’s photographing,’ Jindu says. ‘For example, when he snaps royalties, there is a particular way we expect royalties to constitute themselves. Like that famous picture of Ovonramwen, if you look at the guards behind him, they are depicted as who they are; their status in the society is obvious. But Ovonramwen is Ovonramwen; he is royalty and you could tell just from looking at the picture.’
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A SON OF THIS LAND
Indeed, much of Green’s life was intertwined with commerce. He was born in 1873, in the Ibani Ijo community of Bonny, where trading had prospered for centuries and there’d been commercial and religious links with Sierra Leone and Congo. He was the son of an Ibani chief and according to several reports had studied photography at the hand of an elder in Sierra Leone, one of the earliest hotspots of the craft in Africa.
Being part of the elite gave him proximity to his would-be clients, but Green was quite an enterprising craftsman. In his early twenties, he set-up shop in Bonny, however traveling to other parts of the south such as Warri and Calabar, though he kept his central preoccupation to Bonny and the neighbouring Eastern Ijo communities. His depiction of waterscapes is especially poignant for the feeling rendered in them, quite the contrast to his portraiture. In such photographs, he’s subtle in identifying himself as a son of this land, and the historical importance of water provokes an even greater subtext: that which forms us can also destroy us.
One of such pictures captures the serene grandiosity of the watercraft of a prominent Kalabari chief named Horsfall. Almost half the frame is occupied by water, the other half by the slender poise of the regatta boat, propelled along by several people paddling through the water. Behind is the boat’s body, and flags, an unmistakable symbol for power. One wonders where Green takes the photograph from; if it’s from another boat or perhaps he looked upon it from land. This wouldn’t quite affect the outcome of the photo; but it would surely affect his mind-state, determining whether he looked upon the boat with contemplation or camaraderie, as he sailed the same waters.
It’s a scene that harkens to the director Jyde Ajala’s visuals for Wizard Chan’s ‘Earth Song’. The artist, whose real name is Fuayefika Maxwell, is Okrika and was born there, although he grew up in neighbouring Port-Harcourt. He, too, is the son of a chief and that must have inspired his immersion into local customs. In that related scene from his video, he’s seen in such a boat, dressed in flamboyant Ijo garb while surrounded by women. It’s almost akin to a reclamation of Green’s women, moving beyond that rugged depiction and approaching the actual importance of women, as creators of our destiny; the ones who go before us to make our path easier. He calls women ‘[gods], the portal between heaven and earth’ and when the visual depicts men, Chan infers that ‘not all the old people were good people but the young [don’t] know.’
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‘NO METAPHOR CAN EXPRESS A REAL HISTORICAL UNHAPPINESS’
Intergenerational trauma—what does this mean, and especially in the southern context? The works of some great artists from that part of Nigeria have tussled with this, but perhaps even more than music, it’s the work of poets that I find the most associative with Green’s photographs. The duo of John Pepper Clark-Bekederemo and Gabriel Okara, whose legendary oeuvre collect southern history, turned in unique ways to reflect something of conflict, that crippling consideration that is always so near to the oil-rich Niger Delta. ‘Introit,’ from Okara’s poetry collection The Fisherman’s Invocation (1978), mirrors the struggle of catching a fish, but in the register of the persona’s tone and the words through which he reaches them, the consideration is obviously greater than what happens at sea. Here is an extended stanza:
Cast your net to the rightside
Nothing?
Nothing
Cast it to the left
Nothing?
Nothing
Then cast it to the back of the canoe
and draw gently and carefully
while I paddle the canoe forward —
Nothing?
It’s only the Back caught
in the meshes of Today
and I see past moons past suns
past nights and past gods reflected
by the Back trying to slip
through the Meshes like a fish
Draw gently
draw carefully
don’t let it slip
draw it up into
the canoe and let’s hold
it in our palms
the Back, the gods,
even for only
one still moment
The phrase ‘past nights and past gods’ hints at the Back which he references throughout the stanza, which could simply refer to the manifestations of history. The images he conjures are those Green would have made, had he taken more photos of common folk. A sense of damnation permeates the poem, which further darkens as the poem progresses, and Okara asks: ‘Do beds sprout from dead stumps? / The stump of my Back is standing dead in a desert / and its essence is with the desert sun”. But he foresees a reclamation, like Chan, unlike Green was allowed before death took him, he foresees “the weeping Gods in in the net / and give them power / to thrust my hand into the face of the sun…’
In Clark-Bekederemo’s ‘The Casualties’, there’s a summation of war-inspired imagery folded into the tradition of dirge, a form so beloved among first-generation African poets. Written between 1966 and 1968, just a year after the Civil war between Nigerian federal troops and the south and eastern-dominated Biafran army, the collection pulses with blood and bullets, the instrument of their extraction. One of its prologues is from W. H. Auden: ‘No metaphor, remember, can express a real historical unhappiness.’ A timely reminder, since Clark-Bekederemo charts that historical unhappiness through the collection’s poems. I found this movement in ‘Dirge’ particularly interesting:
A tree in a mad act is cut down
Must the forest fall with it?
Earth will turn a desert
A place of stone and bones
Tears are founts from the heart
Tears do not water a land
Fear too is a child of the heart
A sense of discernment pervades Clark-Bekederemo’s poem: the persona speaks from a place of reflection, though carrying the charged atmosphere of wrongful death. And what do we make of the ‘desert’ imagery in both considered poems? What is it about the sociopolitical realities of Southern Nigeria that makes it so parallel to stunted growth and searing frustration?
Clark-Bekederemo’s work occupies a singular position in Niger Delta-focused literature, his vast knowledge of local customs parsed through a global prism which comes from his many travels. The poet and critic, Ernest Ogunyemi, once said that one can understand the complications of the Nigeria-Biafra War by understanding the way he coded the event into the poems. ‘Dirge’ carries the often-repeated sentiment of minority southern tribes—Clark-Bekederemo’s father was Ijo and his mother, Urhobo—that they were dragged into the war, which was spearheaded by the Igbo majority of Eastern Nigeria. That sentiment is subtly enforced in the couplet: ‘A tree in a mad act is cut down / Must the forest fall with it?’
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THE FUNCTIONS OF HISTORICAL PAIN
Both Clark-Bekederemo and Okara are lyrical ancestors of Tares Oburumu, a southern poet who consecrates the bubbling external into the interiority of his life. In a 2023 interview I conducted with him for the cultural platform Open Country Magazine, he places experience which ‘should run parallel with tradition’ as an important touchstone for any given writer. Growing up in Bayelsa and working from its geographical manifestations, ‘the water metaphor gives [him] a poetic sense of ownership [and] that without the reference to water, without the water metaphor, [he] is incomplete.’
Oburumu’s Sillerman Prize-winning collection, Origin of the Syma Species flows with the fluctuating ease and turbulence of water. History (and its understanding) always looms nearby, offering him a raft of a hand, a means to keep himself from being submerged by liquid force. His poem, ‘How To Love The Boats’ brings something of a exhilarating ease from the forceful pain one sees in many Green’s photographs. Verse becomes vase, a structure utilized in holding the flowers of memory from withering.
Oburumu’s poem is an exercise in identity. It shapes thought, but also influences a peculiar way of seeing. This way of seeing, by virtue of the modes of character formation, comes quite naturally—it cannot be taught. Only the language can be sought after, and chiselled, so it carries the weight of the peculiarized gaze. In the aforementioned interview, Tares would tell me about how a sibling of his almost drowned as a child, and that he, too, had a tumultuous but essential relationship with water bodies since they were required to learn how to swim from a very young age.
Suffering, in this sense, takes then a stringent requirement—a means of emerging from ‘shipwreck,’ to use Tares’ image. And because unattended talent is a ruin, what can be beholden physically becomes quite important. Say, a musician learning the voice of instruments. A workman who trusts the grit of his hands. A photographer, like Green, who exists to launch the past into the unforeseen future. But that great responsibility would have been futile without the associative tendencies between his origin area and where he was meant to go. Water, being the first and natural mirror granted to man, gives us an unvarnished even if tremulous image of ourselves. Photography, the man’s instrument, takes after this natural mode, and in reflecting things as they are, shifting between light and darkness, the prism of humanity opens more widely in their documentation.
Opening this window, Green becomes an important guide for understanding the nuances of southern Nigeria history. Through the reflection of how people of different status and in different situations have responded to the lens, the question is echoed: what happens when the camera is put away?⎈
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