I found this poem somewhere on my system from many years ago. I think it was a test from one of our English lessons, maybe Introduction to Creative Writing II or Poetry or something. I do remember the course lecturer though, (now Professor) Moses Tsenongu, himself a poet that we looked up to, a past Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (Benue State Chapter), a position I would eventually come to occupy years later.
It was one of my first less playful poems. The assignment was to write a Valentine poem. Some of my friends asked me how I would conjure one up, since I was not in any relationship. They had healthy laughs at me. Well, I smiled and put on my imaginative hat.
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SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN FOR SEVHAGE LITERARY PRIZES 2019
SEVHAGE Publishers and SEVHAGE Literary and Development Initiative present the SEVHAGE Literary Prizes 2019 in the categories of short stories, poetry and creative non-fiction.
Submission Dates: 11th May 2019 to 26th May 2019 [23:58 GMT] LATE ENTRIES WILL NOT BE ENTERTAINED.
Shortlist Announced: 11th June, 2019
Winners Announced: 22nd June, 2019 at the Benue Book and Arts Festival (Presented by SEVHAGE)
SUBMISSION: Online via email to firstname.lastname@example.org and copied to email@example.com
ENTRY F(R)EE FOR ALL CATEGORIES: Free!
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The York Literature Festival / YorkMix Poetry Competition 2019 is open and for the first time since the competition started seven years ago, international entries will be accepted! The deadline is February 24th 2019.
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The sands of Mbanor kiss my feet As my eyes behold mounds of my past Thinking of my present as I bury the future I am at a door in my head Yesterday a lasting now Where my will fights convention Rather than strike at folly I let my rod slip and take a feather … Continue reading I STAND BEFORE THE EARTH (A Father’s Poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
Title: Promises on Sand Author: Amina Aboje Publisher: Kraft Books Year of Publication: 2017 Number of Pages: 87 Category: Poetry Reviewer: Paul Sawa Although I write the occasional poem, I do not see myself as a poet. Avid reader that I am, however, I consider myself … Continue reading Unalloyed and Revitalizing: Thoughts on Amina Aboje’s ‘Promises on Sand’
The Abuja Writers’ Forum, one of Nigeria’s premier literary organisation is set to host Dul Johnson, incredible writer, scholar and film maker alongside poet Jide Badmus and the sensational musician, Austine Oroko. If you are in Abuja, do make out time to go to Nanet Suites (beside Bayelsa House, down the road from Federal Secretariat) … Continue reading ABUJA WRITERS’ FORUM HOSTS SEVHAGE AUTHOR, DUL JOHNSON; JIDE BADMUS AND AUSTINE OROKO ON 29TH APRIL 2017
Poetry is hope; hope is life; something beautiful. If you would listen, it is a promise. If you would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves to us like dawn unfolds to day; like the caterpillar to a butterfly. It is the look of waters – on a cloudy night; wait a … Continue reading The Definition of Hope
Maybe we should learn to hate. Not to love everything, like our heart would have us do. Not to compromise on things that are more of lies, for the sake of – peace. When they piss on the centre of our souls, quenching the one thing that keeps us going –sanity. Maybe we should learn … Continue reading MAYBE WE SHOULD LEARN TO HATE
OUR NIGHTS NEED MORE STARS (A Poem) by Benjamin Elemide (for Su’eddie Vershima Agema) our nights need more stars to brighten hope for tomorrow our galaxy devoid of constellations that keeps eyes glued to miracles i saw you birth stars into words to keep us smiling like morning sun i saw you weave history in … Continue reading LESSONS ON GOING ON, A POEM AND THANK YOU
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of … Continue reading On Death – Kahlil Gibran (One of the finest poems on death ever)