What if… our silhouette no longer stands behind but hangs over our heads like clouds.
Bitter-sweet is the experience when you get on the top of that hill,
Gaining nothing less than a future full of honey and milk.
We are receiving entries for the February / March 2021 edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC). The theme is ‘WHAT WOULD YOUR ANCESTORS SAY?’.
Our editors want poetry, short stories, non-fiction (essays, book reviews), art and photography that creatively tell individual and collective stories of ‘regeneration’ as the world tries to overcome the challenges that have become our ‘new normal’.
The judges for the N100,000 Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP) 2020 are S. Su’eddie Vershima Agema, Funke Awodiya, Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom and Jide Badmus.
you laid here, on my bed
within ear reach and finger touch
but I was mute, crippled
don’t get mad at women
for refusing you
we want to be seen as something more
than our mere flesh and bone
we don’t owe you anything
just because you were nice to us;
Mama has always known pain. She had lost every battle in life, battles she fought armed with only love. As her accusers’ words stung her, she looked up and recounted her losses in loud wails punctuated by weeping bouts.
The wind hummed along
Then it was cloudy and windy
And soon all was bright and clear
And cloudy once again