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<h5>Akor Agada Nathaniel is the winner of the June edition of the <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/csr/bppc/">BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST</a> (BPPC) 2018 which was themed: <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/bppc-june-2018/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">‘FIGHTING PERSONAL DEMONS’</a>.</h5>
<p>Akor, whose poems — ‘Solitude is a Woman’ and ‘The Good Samaritan’, were shortlisted among the top ten poems in the March and April 2018 editions respectively, won with a rhymed poem entitled ‘MAULING MY MONSTERS’.</p>
<p>In second place is <em>MY ELDER BROTHER HAS LEFT THE FAMILY</em> by Aremu Adams Adebisi, author of <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/gap-2018-books/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><em>TRANSCENDENCE</em></a>. Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus’s poem ‘LABYRINTH OF THE MIND’ came third.</p>
<p>Akor is presently a student of Economics at Benue State University (BSU) Makurdi.</p>
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<blockquote><p>“This edition displayed an exceptional array of talents. All poems proved worthy of the stakes and called for acclaim, but the final list had to be reached….” <em>—<strong> Brigitte Poirson</strong></em></p></blockquote>
<h4>Below are the top 10 poems:</h4>
<ol>
<li>MAULING MY MONSTERS by Akor Agada Nathaniel</li>
<li>MY ELDER BROTHER HAS LEFT THE FAMILY by Aremu Adams Adebisi</li>
<li>LABYRINTH OF THE MIND by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</li>
<li>BLACKBIRD by Tisereh Magaji Evelyn</li>
<li>THE CONFUSED IDENTITY OF A MOSS COVERED ROCK IN A MEADOW by Chimeremeze David Okafor</li>
<li>FIGHTING PERSONAL DEMONS by Ifeanyichukwu Peter Eze</li>
<li>MY MUSIC MASK by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor</li>
<li>BEYOND MY FEARS – I AM by Gomathi Mohan</li>
<li>THIS PLACE I CALL HOME by Chinazom Otubelu</li>
<li>DEMONS IN COLOURS by Ojo Blessing</li>
</ol>
<p><strong>MAULING MY MONSTERS by Akor Agada Nathaniel</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The ignorance I entertained blared like a moving train<br>
As the ghosts of gloom grew grains of guilt again<br>
I felt the rain of pain reigning in my brain<br>
Because I could not let go of every single drain</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Trying times taught me how to be tough<br>
But I was tired being a diamond in the rough<br>
Rolling submissively like a bread dough on a baking trough<br>
Enough just had to be enough</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Suicide was never an option in overcoming my dark side<br>
Instead I cross over to the other side of that divide<br>
Where darkness could no longer hide<br>
The sweet smile of sunshine stemming the tide</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I started searching deep down for the wars I needed to win<br>
Refusing to run away or give in<br>
To the trick of those monsters grinning within<br>
Playing provocative pranks pricking me like a pin</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The solution to my struggles was not to shout<br>
Mauling my monsters was the only way out<br>
Not acting like a street tout in the middle of a bout<br>
But knowing that when parrots pouts men should test their clout</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">When words wear wisdom’s wears wounds wander and get lost<br>
Covering the claws of flaws for courage to pay the cost<br>
I hung on even when it hurts the most<br>
Trusting not on thrusting but on the Lord of host</p>
<p><strong>MY ELDER BROTHER HAS LEFT THE FAMILY by Aremu Adams Adebisi</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We all face our demons, internal or external, personal or imaginary, monsters we strive or like to tame. – Brigitte Poirson</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">My elder brother has left the family.<br>
People say he has assumed a new face.<br>
He sees the future in his own monopoly.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">How do I tell him last night it rained heavily<br>
And the building is facing a new phase?<br>
My elder brother has left the family.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">His is a dungeon from which the birds flee<br>
And the earth shambles in a dusty footrace.<br>
He sees the future in his own monopoly.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">To him is the passion for own’s self-glory,<br>
So needless are the efforts of kindred grace.<br>
My elder brother has left the family,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">And he is somewhere wandering helplessly<br>
Till bonds are soaked, mocked in marketplace.<br>
He sees the future in his own monopoly,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">And for a second it burns the common glee.<br>
This life that he lives is just so out of place.<br>
My elder brother has left the family;<br>
He sees the future in his own monopoly.</p>
<p><strong>LABYRINTH OF THE MIND by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The mind is the real path,<br>
Where we walk with our thoughts,<br>
Wearing boots of byzantine darts;<br>
Boots that lead us to our bliss or fate.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Other times, it becomes a shrine,<br>
Where ancestors of dead and living thoughts dine.<br>
And many a time, dead ones make others blind,<br>
For the living are more hastier than the dead…</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The dead ancestors linger in our insides,<br>
Waiting for their addled aura to reek our outsides;<br>
Aura that makes passion for existence flurried…<br>
Oh we are graves, where defunct thoughts are buried!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The mind is a labyrinth, where emotions tread,<br>
Treading and dreading the thorns on its edge.<br>
Often, we find ourselves standing with one leg,<br>
Dangling, like pendulum, on reputation’s verge.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Yesterday, men wandered in this labyrinth;<br>
They treaded left feet on a left path, oblivious of what it meant.<br>
Its corollary only led them to a cairn,<br>
Where ghosts of becoming brood incessant pain.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Those cogitations become shadows of our beings;<br>
They become path snaking into different scenes<br>
Like sermons presaging one’s righteousness or sins;<br>
And, like windmill, we navigate its wind.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But we can go no where without this path!<br>
So we tread, we tread this inevitable path,<br>
Quenching and lighting the wick in our hearts;<br>
Seeking, finding, burying and resurrecting our wraiths!</p>
<p><strong>BLACKBIRD by Tisereh Magaji Evelyn</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dart in skillful hand, I squeeze my eyes;<br>
Precision, clenched teeth, I won’t miss.<br>
First hurl! Horrific! Shame has no size;<br>
All of my reputation sumed up in a diss!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The charlatan comes, seizes the dart,<br>
Winks with new mischief, many hails;<br>
Shamefaced, I return to the old rut,<br>
I jolt to my feet, ah! Those old nails!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Black and blue, the walk of defeat,<br>
I yearn for the cuddle of the mocker;<br>
To deal with the target, I was no feat,<br>
Another way, the way lower.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Maybe I’m all about a cosmic joke,<br>
Destined to remain the clown in old ‘lores;<br>
For the tale of my dream only gained poke,<br>
Repelling the crowd like I had wild sores.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A fervent whisper springs up,<br>
From the ruins in me I feign deafness;<br>
It won’t relent, it pitches onto the rooftop,<br>
I squeak in reply, but protest is baseless.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The crevices, they could shelter no longer,<br>
I rise in my delirium, my feet hit the platform;<br>
I secure a target, I lift up the wager,<br>
It is done! The blackbird, utterly cribriform!</p>
<p><strong>THE CONFUSED IDENTITY OF A MOSS COVERED ROCK IN A MEADOW by Chimeremeze David Okafor</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The Ocean is a long unbroken line of depths<br>
beginning with a bedrock of regrets.<br>
Rocks detest unplanned migration;<br>
Even worse is cleaving –<br>
a parent rock has to die<br>
to bring forth lonesome rock-childs.<br>
But the water does not stop<br>
To ask: “how are you coping?”<br>
Instead it takes up and moves<br>
and moves, swiftly.<br>
Until suddenly<br>
A rock domiciles in a meadow.<br>
To belong;<br>
He dons a covering of moss.<br>
Each day he battles<br>
with the question:<br>
Who am I?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Because art is expression<br>
of self<br>
and because you cannot express<br>
a self you do not understand,<br>
I went to see a therapist.<br>
She sat, cross-legged, in a prim office<br>
and took notes<br>
and nodded solemnly –<br>
these feelings are bubbles<br>
slinking out of a very deep ocean.</p>
<p><strong>FIGHTING PERSONAL DEMONS by Ifeanyichukwu Peter Eze</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I’m human<br>
Man cries<br>
I cry</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Life is shit<br>
I’m shit<br>
I forgive life<br>
I forgive myself</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Life is hell<br>
I’m hell<br>
hell is sizzling</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I look<br>
monster looks<br>
our eyes lock</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">we jam<br>
monster shoots<br>
I shoot</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We punch<br>
kick and<br>
scuffle</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">monster is dazed<br>
I’m breathless<br>
monster is tamed<br>
I’m resilient</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">monster succumbs<br>
horror fades<br>
beauty wins<br>
I’m dead</p>
<p><strong>MY MUSIC MASK by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Like music to a deaf man’s ear<br>
I was born sincerely ignorant.<br>
Oblivious to the factual denial<br>
That the shackles in my mind<br>
Were not the mystic perplexities of Providence</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">God does make small boys mute<br>
Against the false doctrines of fatherhood<br>
Bullying<br>
A spice of Ahab, a sprinkle of Jezebel<br>
The food poisoning of Josiah</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But in the days of Ramadan<br>
When I was weaned on the breasts of impunity<br>
The meanings you had read into my heads<br>
Was the backdoor hack that<br>
Made it difficult to see the line between jihad and genocide</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">While I make heaven wait, or at least it’s colored variant<br>
I must carry the cross of not being my father<br>
I will not be a man whose ego is a teenage loin<br>
That erects itself spontaneously<br>
At the slightest provocation of touch</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I will not be my own father<br>
I will not sing my son the notes of this fatherhood</p>
<p><strong>BEYOND MY FEARS – I AM by Gomathi Mohan</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I live life as the day unfolds, knowing it is not a rehearsal.<br>
I am as bold as my heart can hold beyond all appraisal,<br>
I am as tall as I stand up to grow beyond limitation,<br>
I am as fat as I spread my girth beyond emancipation.<br>
I am as brave as my belief in me beyond all doubts and fears,<br>
I am as content as my heart measures beyond pressure of peers.<br>
I am as sportive as I pit against myself beyond all competition,<br>
I am as workaholic as I allow myself beyond all satisfaction.<br>
I am as fierce as the sparkle in my eyes – goes beyond piercing a soul,<br>
I am as weak as I let myself be beyond a hurdle to my goal.<br>
I am as cool as the airs around me beyond winter’s chill breeze,<br>
I am as strong as my tears that roll beyond an iceberg to unfreeze.<br>
I am as heavy as the scales weighing me, beyond all worries and thoughts,<br>
I am as courageous as my never say die spirit, beyond battles I fought.<br>
I have passed all tests of life on my terms to stand beyond gain,<br>
Lessons for a lifetime learned holds my smile beyond pain.<br>
Have learned, grown and changed over all these years,<br>
To better my version not to seek approval or validation from my peers.<br>
Every arc in my story in itself a trench – a discovery made in depth,<br>
Battling demons beyond doubt until at it adept,<br>
Drawing up a treaty as a resolution draws nearer,<br>
After each fall rise up, now that I hold myself Dearer.</p>
<p><strong>THIS PLACE I CALL HOME by Chinazom Otubelu</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I pray thee, father, speak to the cursed clouds that bear thy son’s wish<br>
For this sick dome I know as home has stung lush lungs off my fish<br>
I try to leap into space, but strange songs sweep my eyes with sleep<br>
And dreams drum distant dirges in shallow wells of waters deep<br>
This place I call home puffs cigarette fumes into my broken nose<br>
Mother! Please, plead my cause from yonder lands where thy old bones doze</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I beg the lurking rains to flood the doomed deserts of my flight<br>
But their tongues are drunk with wine and they flee like the sun at night<br>
I look in the mirror and mute monkeys stare back at my pale face;<br>
Can a frozen frog croak again to remain in the river’s race?<br>
This place I call home spews dragon flames to raze the rhythm of my soul<br>
Amid the silent thunder of faceless ghosts as hot as burning coal</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">How swift do I leap to reach the racing hands of the clock;<br>
Ever in sprinting cycles, crowing like a horny cock?<br>
Take me to the buoyant fountains of a newfound beginning,<br>
Lest this present turns an offspring of a past lost in meaning<br>
Let the bliss of morrow laughter warm my breath in bed,<br>
For this place I call home is a fever in my head</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">My eyes are dimly shut; visions are shattered in the stormy breeze<br>
I aim at a fleeing thief; brave bullets shiver and bleed and freeze<br>
I am a nursing mother, whose breasts are in want of milk;<br>
A flowing lace robe that sprouts the foreign fibres of silk<br>
This place I call home has the yam and I the knife<br>
Who then shall strike first; who dares to submit as wife?</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Father! Pray, show me thy face, for I am trapped in my own web<br>
This place I call home is nothing but me –<br>
That clumsy being that breathes inside of me!</p>
<p><strong>DEMONS IN COLOURS by Ojo Blessing</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">When they come in brown<br>
Or earth colour,<br>
I am reminded of how my parents<br>
Were planted in the depth of heaps<br>
Like tubers and never sprout.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">And when they come in red,<br>
They flow endlessly<br>
As in bloody rivers in Benue<br>
And gory rainfalls in Plateau.<br>
Sometimes, they are fire burning my heart<br>
To erase the thought of home within.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">When they appear at night,<br>
They’re black, the colour of sorrow.<br>
Some nights, I stay awake in horror.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">At dawn, I turn pale<br>
After the scorching thoughts<br>
Of my inexistence and how it would be,<br>
Maybe like butchered humans<br>
In retaliation of the missing cows<br>
Or helpless like a driver stucked<br>
To the steering wheel of his car<br>
After a crash.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But when the sun brightens,<br>
I’d meander into it and adapts her colour<br>
Like a chameleon<br>
Whose colours are for survival<br>
Then blots out the demons in colours.</p>
<p>Akor will be awarded the N8000 cash prize. His poem, along with all the other TOP 10 finalists, will be automatically entered for the <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/csr/albert-jungers-poetry-prize-ajpp/">ALBERT JUNGERS POETRY PRIZE</a> (AJPP) 2018 and published in the BPPC 2018 anthology. The finalists will also each receive a certificate and a copy of the BPPC 2018 anthology, to be awarded at the Words Rhymes &; Rhythm Literary Festival 2018.</p>
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BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST: AKOR AGADA NATHANIEL IS BPPC JUNE 2018 WINNER
