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<h5 style="padding-left: 30px;">Olajuwon Joseph Olumide is the winner of the <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/bppc-april-2018-my-african-hero-ine/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">April edition</a> of the <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/csr/bppc/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST</a> (BPPC) 2018 which was themed: <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/bppc-april-2018-my-african-hero-ine/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">‘MY AFRICAN HERO-INE’</a>. It is Olajuwon’s third pole position finish in the monthly poetry contest.</h5>
<p>Olajuwon is a final year student of Mass Communication at the Yaba College of Technology and a native of Ogun State. He teaches teacher of English Language, Literature in English and Cultural &; Creative Arts at secondary school level.</p>
<p>The Lagos based poet’s entry ‘GOLDEN STATUES OF AFRICA’ which he dedicated to ‘worthy African Mothers’ beat Kolofo Adejo’s <em>‘GHETTO ANTHEM’</em> and<em> ‘LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER’</em> by Izuchukwu Saviour Otubelu to 2nd and 3rd place finishes respectively.</p>
<p>The young poet had previously won the BPPC in <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/brigitte-poirson-poetry-contest-2015-olajuwon-joseph-olumide-wins-august-edition/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">August 2015</a> and <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/brigitte-poirson-poetry-contest-2016-march-ogun-poet-olumide-wins-2nd-bppc-trophy/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">March 2016</a>. He was the first contestant to win two editions and is now the 2nd to win three editions, bettered only by <a href="https://www.wrr.ng/news/chinazom-otubelu-bppc-2018-february-winner/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">serial BPPC finalist Chinazom Chukwudi Otubelu</a>.</p>
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<h4>Below are the top 10 poems:</h4>
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<li>GOLDEN STATUES OF AFRICA (for the worthy afican mothers) by Olajuwon Joseph Olumide</li>
<li>GHETTO ANTHEM by Kolofo Adejo</li>
<li>LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER by Izuchukwu Saviour Otubelu</li>
<li>THE GOOD SAMARITAN by Akor Agada Nathaniel</li>
<li>HEROES NEVER DIE by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</li>
<li>UNFADED by Ohiro Sarah</li>
<li>BLACK POWER by Tukur Ridwan Ishola</li>
<li>THE WIFE OF A FREEDOM FIGHTER: WINNIE MADELA by Anyanwu Timothy Chibuike</li>
<li>REQUIEM KALAKUTA by Paul Chiwude</li>
<li>FEROCIOUS FELA by Emmanuel Faith</li>
</ol>
<h5>GOLDEN STATUES OF AFRICA (for the worthy afican mothers) by Olajuwon Joseph Olumide</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">o fertile wombs of the black shore, blessed are you!<br>
for nurturing your seedlings through impulsive seasons:<br>
when scorched rays burned in rage; and the sea ate lands;<br>
when the sky-god cursed our climes with regent drought;<br>
in all, black gladiators yet emerge from your navels of care.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">lullabies of African mothers are ancestral encomium<br>
chanted to our ears when hydra-headed life nods us<br>
into frailty of fear, and our mouths form self-pity cries.<br>
“no scion of Akin* prides in garb of dread, man up child!”<br>
this food for the soul has fortified forts of black brave men</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">mothers are the genuine sage when life loots away truth<br>
from the rowdy market stalls where cowries of hypocrisy<br>
are heaped on black warriors though their stallions stray!<br>
“the brave who oft launches attacks with no retreat, one day,<br>
may become eroded by unseen war”, yeye* warned jogunomi*</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">mothers are architects of nations as men build tall towers<br>
when the walls begin to crack and thud, it’s their weakness<br>
in my homeland, a cosmos of twin brothers split like red sea<br>
when nature called their mother to rest from labour of life.<br>
the brainy taps heritage of wealth from his mama’s spring</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">so, in this pantheon of my poetic heart, i have carved<br>
golden effigies of ode for these African heroines of mine:<br>
the makers and refiners of future Madibas, proudly warriors!<br>
the making mothers and refining wives of ingenious men<br>
the widows wallowing in the mud of survival to mould futures.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;"><em>footnotes</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;"><em>1. Akin: a name from Yoruba lineage meaning bravery </em><br>
<em>2. Yeye: means mother of the son, jogunomi</em><br>
<em>3. Jogunomi: a brave warrior from Ibadan who ceased not to war</em><br>
<em>4. Madiba: Nelson Mandela</em></p>
<h5>GHETTO ANTHEM by Kolofo Adejo</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Kitchen empty, wardrobe naked;<br>
credit plenty, dirty full pocket.<br>
This hardship no be chise;<br>
head dey parboil like rice.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Poverty don mark our face,<br>
tears no wan give smile space.<br>
Monday to Sunday na borrow;<br>
life rough like Agege agbero.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But this dirty film no go play forever;<br>
one day, our dry bread go soak butter.<br>
This heart no go rust for pain prison;<br>
one day, this rain eyes go enjoy dry season.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">This dirty film no go play forever;<br>
one day, miracle go wash this gutter.<br>
This legs no go die for suffer church;<br>
one day, we go shine pass D.P.O torch.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">This dirty film no go play forever;<br>
one day, beggar go give Cesar.<br>
This burial songs no go master our mouth;<br>
one day, we go vomit all with a joyful shout!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We no go ever allow today deceive us;<br>
remember how many river bros Joseph cross?<br>
Our akpu go surely turn cake,<br>
na only small time e go take.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Till then, we gallantly dey push;<br>
we no go fold hand dey look bush.<br>
Our akpu go surely turn cake,<br>
na only small time e go take.</p>
<h5>LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER by Izuchukwu Saviour Otubelu</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Unknown Soldier,<br>
Everyone supposes you haven’t got a name<br>
But your blood pours along the riverside<br>
Your face wears the smokescreen of injured pride<br>
You have built a hut at the backstreet of fame</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Unknown Soldier,<br>
Your garden is a safe haven for homeless babes<br>
Yet your name’s missing from the pages of Vanguard papers<br>
I do not find your statues on the streets or anywhere<br>
Your deserved glories have dissolved into sour grapes</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Unknown Soldier,<br>
You take a plunge into the sea when there’s a shipwreck<br>
Yet the telecaster always forgets your name on TV<br>
Your valiant deeds are swept under the cloak of obscurity<br>
You haven’t got medals to wear around your neck</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Unknown Soldier,<br>
Stray bullets of Biafran war lodge in your bandaged arms<br>
But the market women do not sing your songs at the square<br>
Children do not carry your placards to dance in the open air<br>
Everyone is quick to forget your broken bones and blistered palms</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Unknown Soldier,<br>
I remember the night you kissed your wife goodbye<br>
With teary eyes, she watched you step away from the door<br>
She wished you wouldn’t go but you’d sworn to fight for your country’s honour<br>
Months later, she welcomed your headless body with a sigh</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">You remain a stranger in the face of your tireless fights<br>
But in the blank pages of my heart, you are a HERO!</p>
<h5>THE GOOD SAMARITAN by Akor Agada Nathaniel</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Every contact with him was a contract of eternal value<br>
His smile his time were too cheap to be true<br>
He never had a clue of what he could do<br>
Until he came to the rescue</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">His greatest weakness was the greatest of all virtue<br>
This virtue could transform a vessel to a vehicle of value<br>
Love made him a god not just his word<br>
Saving a soul in a dying world</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">He was a hero who has a heart<br>
An ordinary man with blood and bones<br>
He pleasantly played out his own part<br>
His heart was of flesh not of steel or stones</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Today heroes are needed<br>
You and I can be enlisted<br>
The Good Samaritan is my favorite hero<br>
He said saving the world starts from saving a soul</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">From zero to hero or hero to zero<br>
The Samaritan sees everyman as a potential hero<br>
He insisted that heroes are made and not born<br>
That our decision in life determines our destination</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">This Good Samaritan is a black man<br>
He is an African and a proud Nigerian<br>
Everyone knows he is a Jesus fan<br>
He is my father Akor Lawrence the vegetarian</p>
<h5>HEROES NEVER DIE by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">“Heroes never die!”<br>
I spotted on cosmic graffiti,<br>
Soused with icicles of sapience.<br>
Their vestiges linger like bees on petals,<br>
Transmitting pollens to renascent twigs,<br>
On the bush paths, tree trunks they transverse;<br>
Between zephyr, gusty gale of their season;<br>
There I know heroes never decay like tree<br>
Without wheat, but live like eagle in its eyrie.<br>
They reincarnate in man’s coronary cosmos,<br>
With shadows as sparkling as Jehovah’s;<br>
Always ascending on plume of metamphorsis.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">How did Opi’s* confluence gnaw Christopher’s** anecdote,<br>
Yet he told me yesterday he died today,<br>
And will still die tomorrow?<br>
How did death disguise Achebe’s*** shadow,<br>
Yet he strides in phantasm into faceless moment?<br>
And million cold days, Azikiwe**** died – still dying unremittingly!<br>
Yesterday, Madiba***** take a cold kip; elegies spiralled.<br>
Today he continued his Long Walk in my nipples.<br>
His cadence reiterates evanescent melodies of yester-festivity.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">My dream becomes banquet, where sepulchral faces<br>
Dine with moths, nocturnal birds frolic in the sky.<br>
They seem to be more lively than my artificial father.<br>
Their countenance tell tales of death throttled on deed’s gallow.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dive on Time’s plume into paths,<br>
Where feet streaked glistening footprints,<br>
There, you will spot walls crinkled with heroes!</p>
<p style="padding-left: 60px;"><em>Note:</em><br>
<em>*Opi – a junction where Christopher Okigbo was shot during Biafran war</em></p>
<h5>UNFADED by Ohiro Sarah</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Tomorrow is like the cunny adder<br>
Lurking afoot the greenery of time<br>
It is the prized chest<br>
Where all great treasures lay rest<br>
The face of courage and strength<br>
The unbleached cover girl appareled in red<br>
It is the speaking ink<br>
The fastest legs<br>
The fiercest but fearful moments before the curtain is drawn</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Yet<br>
Courage sleeps in a dingy old bed<br>
Her unbleached skin shivers inside a leaking roof<br>
And the flood in her brain<br>
Ink enough to swim in<br>
Too still to scribble words</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">So<br>
Let so great a cloud of “Ancestors”<br>
Fallen and yet upright<br>
Let them stand at the “T”<br>
Where the junctions meet<br>
Let them call forth the spirits of our inner selves<br>
Let the words carry with them a great many convictions<br>
A reminder too often forgotten<br>
That we too are our own heroes<br>
Fighting daily<br>
For the freedom our souls seek</p>
<h5>BLACK POWER by Tukur Ridwan Ishola</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Brighter days give nights of our skins a chance<br>
to shade sketches of our symbols of the (he)art.<br>
.<br>
A map with a horn cradles man &; nurses him<br>
to grow green &; glow the sun’s eyes like melanin…<br>
.<br>
until he was free in chains: trailed, tailed<br>
&; trained through thorns &; throes<br>
to transcend time than trees of told truths.<br>
.<br>
As a slave; a distant relative like Kunta, home he hives<br>
in our hearts to house these hands held together.<br>
One like Maya makes mankind feel the fortune<br>
that fares upon failures to find freedom<br>
for herself plus her kit &; kin home &; abroad.<br>
.<br>
Scorned &; severed of his sacred salience,<br>
but silence is not Malcom’s best answer to this<br>
treatment &; inhumanity to humanity.<br>
.<br>
Michael also spoke to the man in the mirror where there was no water for others to drink &; reflect with…<br>
&; water is blind; can’t tell if thirst is coloured or not.<br>
.<br>
Nelson would crack these walls of wails till<br>
the prison yard becomes paradise through hell<br>
in years spent to bloom in the cell of life through dearth.<br>
.<br>
A woman like Rosa would insist to sit when asked<br>
to stand against her will in the wheels of a bus.<br>
.<br>
These (wo)men would break black boundaries<br>
to shed more light onto the nights of bias &; hurt<br>
like stars across the sky until bright becomes the days<br>
after prior darkness beyond the cradle of humanity.</p>
<h5>THE WIFE OF A FREEDOM FIGHTER: WINNIE MADELA by Anyanwu Timothy Chibuike</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A revered holy book said she was a product of a single bone.<br>
It convinced the universe that she was a weaker vessel even before she was born.<br>
It mapped out for her the status of a subordinate.<br>
It made her recognition so much dependent on her luck to procreate.<br>
With an ambiance of racial prejudice engulfing her youth,<br>
She convinced herself and promised a quota that is not mute.<br>
Nomzamo; she knew her part was that of strives and trials<br>
She was determined for the June 14, 1958 knot with a Madiba docked for betrayal.<br>
Now, married to a freedom fighter,<br>
Her Ideal idyllic bubble paved part for painful pleasure of dark moon<br>
with no honey<br>
8115 Orlando West of the 50s and 60s was not a place known for couple’s jolly.<br>
Wife of a freedom fighter is a suspect under restrictions.<br>
Marrying to a ‘terrorist’ is accepting to live under suspicions.<br>
It gives matrimonial bed adorned in the blissful Robben Island,<br>
Where nuptial kissing and hugging are for the oppressors to command,<br>
And conjugal coitus covered in cloudy cogitation.<br>
Wife of a freedom fighter is a subject to the whims of the might.<br>
Wife of a freedom fighter is with no freedom and right.<br>
Wife of a freedom fighter is a frail widow,<br>
Tramped upon extensively like an Argentine meadow.<br>
Hauled from Marshall Square police station to the hellish Brandfort.<br>
Enjoying the Ninety Day Detention Act and the Terrorism Act.<br>
Wife of a freedom fighter is a married single woman fathering her children.<br>
She was seen by the King in Proverbs thirty-one verses between ten and<br>
thirty one<br>
She may quite be a single bone; she is not a weaker vessel.<br>
She married him to free him and them.<br>
She is Winnie Mandela, the heroine.</p>
<h5>REQUIEM KALAKUTA by Paul Chiwude</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">How dark was the eve of hush noise,<br>
When the sounds of the jack boot,<br>
Crouched to silence the lone voice,<br>
Who sang tough with his open tooth,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Lo, they came terrified by his guts,<br>
For he had no weapon but his song,<br>
With a message that drove them nuts,<br>
To liberate the masses from their torn,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Like a zombie in the night they came,<br>
Brandishing rusty gun and dagger,<br>
Their shirts were worn and legs lame,<br>
In service to the pot bellied of swagger,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Oh, you princes of vibrant kalakuta,<br>
You fear not the men in khaki and beret,<br>
For your saxophone has broken the junta,<br>
And your fist have punctured their ferret,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">In your calmness they saw boldness,<br>
Standing tall where many feet tremble,<br>
Gladly daring the whips and the coldness,<br>
Of a ruthless era of iron clad rumble,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But despite your dark travails,<br>
Your spirit was never conquered,<br>
Despite the shrine’s ruins and wails,<br>
You still gave strength to the shattered,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Now the sunlight and crow dawns,<br>
Vanishing away the relics of the past,<br>
Your legacy and beats still yawns,<br>
Reminding us that a legend still last.</p>
<h5>FEROCIOUS FELA by Emmanuel Faith</h5>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">All hail the king of Kalakuta republic,<br>
Whose resplendent regalia radiates in mesmerizing music,<br>
Erupting from a polished potpourri of cacophonous choruses<br>
– cymbals clashing loudly in captivating cadences.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The dazzling director-boisterous bevy of ladies,<br>
With whimsical waists that wriggle, like KSA*s steps in the eighties<br>
Have you been inebriated with a cup of felagoro?<br>
A polished potpourri richer than ogogoro*</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A sapient soldier whose weapon were neither guns nor swords,<br>
But synchronizing symphony of sagacious stringent words,<br>
That oppressed the oppressors and relieved the masses,<br>
– rained torrents of taunts on paunchy politicians in secluded classes.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Those zombies were once zealots whose zeal and zest was zapped,<br>
Monkey dey work, baboon dey chop3, isn’t that how strength is sapped?<br>
Your yellow fever was a Blackman’s cry reaching bleaching divas<br>
And the boisterous beats of beast of no nation sends callous shivers.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Water no get enemy, but heralds of truth breed many,<br>
The slaves of colonial mentality, whose malady has no remedy,<br>
They did an army arrangement and invaded your apartment,<br>
But rays from the scorching sun cannot falter the firmament.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Anikulapo, you held death captive in your pouch<br>
Till it stealthily encroached into your couch,<br>
Your shakara and grah-grah4, made everything scatter,<br>
As the world of Afro beat suffered a disaster</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But you live in our hearts, your name, your fame, your thirst and quest.<br>
May your music make mellifluous melody to your soul wherever it rests.</p>
<p>Olajuwon will be awarded the N8000 cash prize, and 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 free copies of the BPPC 2018 anthology, to be awarded at the Words Rhymes &; Rhythm Literary Festival 2018.</p>
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