This unity of spilt blood": tracing remnant consciousness in Kofi Awoonor's Comes the Voyager at Last.

 
   With AfricanaAirways, we can renavigate the 
   Middle Passage, clear 
   the old debris and freshen the waters with 
   iodine and soul-clorine. 
 
   And our journey into SoulTime 
   will be 
   The distance between the Eye and the Ear 
 
   Kofi Anyidoho, "HavanaSoul" 
 
   There was an Old Testament prophet who named his son 
   The remnant shall return. They must have lived in times like 
   this. We have a different metaphor, though; we have our 
   own version of hope that springs eternal.... AMAECHINA: 
   May the path never close. 
   Chinua Achebe, Anthills of the Savannah 

Kofi Awoonor's Comes the Voyager at Last is a novel that is characterized by migration stories, stories that situate various voyagers in the midst of their cultural passages. In the novel's dedication, Awoonor connects writers from Africa and her Diaspora, identifying people of African descent as "extended family members in Babylon." Voyager is an orphic journey designed to contextualize both the "unity" and the dissonance that connect African and African Diaspora cultures. The novel's epigraphs, the first from Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale" and the second from a Methodist requiescat, echo this unity of opposition. Awoonor juxtaposes Keats's references to Ruth amidst "the alien corn" against the hymn that describes a voyager whose spiritual journey also ends in an unfamiliar space, one that is "upon the farther shore":

 
   Now the labourer's task is done, 
   Now the battle day is over, 
   Now upon the farther shore 
   Lands the voyager at last (1) 

Building upon these "alien" associations early in the novel, Awoonor describes the ways in which people of African descent will eventually survive the legacies of slavery. In his provocative association of the idea of home with the upheaval of forced migration, Awoonor commoves the relationship between culture and belongingness by focusing on the tensions that shape African and Afro-descent identity both on the continent and in Africa's diaspora. Awoonor aptly demonstrates this connection in his description of the new "tribal" subjectivity embraced the novel's captive narrator:

 
   ... [T]hat was what we had become in the unity of spilt blood, the only 
   tribe we shall ever know. My vow was not to become oblivious of this blood 
   that would bear us, like the mounting wave of survival, from defeat to 
   defeat (or was it victory?) and lead us home. In that blood is encapsulated 
   the poison of the being of the bird and the beast, the blast of the plant 
   in its denudation while it crackled and smoked under the furious assault of 
   the bird and the beast. There would be a light, incandescent, trembling in 
   the blazoning flowers that would lead us on. (30)