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<h5 style="padding-left: 30px;">Ghanaian poet Alhassan Rabiu has emerged winner of the May 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/enter-bppc-may-2018/">‘THE COUNTRY OF MY DREAM’</a>. It is the first time a non-Nigerian will win the poetry contest.</h5>
<p>His entry, a beautifully rhymed poem entitled CONVERSATIONS WITH MY PILLOWS, was the clear winner. Wayne Adewale Samuel’s I AM AT THE END OF WORDS and Gideon Sampson Cecil’s COUNTRY OF MY DREAM finished in the 1st-runner-up and 2nd-runner-up positions respectively.</p>
<p>Alhassan, who hails from Northern Ghana, is a professional teacher with a Diploma in Basic Education from Bagabaga College of Education, Ghana; a Bachelor’s degree (Hons.) in Integrated Development Studies from the University for Development Studies, Ghana; and, an MPhil degree in Social Work from University of Ghana. He is presently a Development Practitioner with enormous interest in academic writing, and, in areas such as poetry as well as African traditional literature.</p>
<p>Wayne, the only Nigerian in the top three, is a graduate of Mass Communication from the University of Benin. He is the winner of Season 6 of Nigeria’s Foremost Poetry Slam Competition, War of Words. His whose works cut across poetry, script writing, fiction, spoken word poetry, stage writing, and copy-writing.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.wrr.ng/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Alhassan-Rabiu-BPPC-May-2018.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-35201" src="https://www.wrr.ng/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Alhassan-Rabiu-BPPC-May-2018.jpg" alt="" loading="lazy"></a></p>
<p>Third-placed Gideon Sampson Cecil is a poet, fiction writer and freelance journalist from Guyana, a country on South America’s North Atlantic coast.</p>
<h4>Below are the top 10 poems:</h4>
<ol>
<li>CONVERSATIONS WITH MY PILLOWS by Alhassan Rabiu</li>
<li>I AM AT THE END OF WORDS by Wayne Adewale Samuel</li>
<li>COUNTRY OF MY DREAM by Gideon Sampson Cecil</li>
<li>NIGERIA OF MY DREAMS by Oche Celestine Onjewu</li>
<li>I KNOW WHY THE BAT IS BLIND by Samuel Kuye</li>
<li>TIME FOR RECKONING NIGERIA by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</li>
<li>THE NIGERIA OF MY DREAMS by Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact</li>
<li>THIS DREAM by Ernest O. Ogunyemi</li>
<li>TIME by Chidi Jennifer Orjinta</li>
<li>NIGERIA WILL YOU MARRY ME? by Veralyn Chinenye</li>
</ol>
<p><strong>CONVERSATIONS WITH MY PILLOWS by Alhassan Rabiu</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Let me lay down my pretence,<br>
To remind my land we aren’t there;<br>
Let me wear a tongue of prudence,<br>
So I can make this dream clear.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We’re strangled in pretentious smiles<br>
While reality is far in zillions of miles;<br>
So my heart mewls with my pillows,<br>
Whimpering like those of fresh widows;<br>
On my wet pillows I stand for a country<br>
Whose agony has lived in a century.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Yet I see hoard of gold in a realm<br>
Whose story shall stand tall and firm;<br>
Here the pillows whisper to me<br>
Images of a tranquil sea,<br>
On whom a ship travels to my soul<br>
To deliver fruits of my heart’s gaol –<br>
A people cloaked in true prosperity –<br>
With a tomorrow of grace in eternity.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">As the whispers lull me to a sleep,<br>
Sleep leads me to a heavenly keep,<br>
Where there are no swords and spears;<br>
Where true smiles are the only tears;<br>
Then I see writings on ancestral walls –<br>
‘The kingdom shall know no falls’,<br>
‘The land to be free of gender inequality’,<br>
‘Diverse cultures to sow seeds of unity’,<br>
‘For at last, Ghana, a story of prosperity’.</p>
<p><strong>I AM AT THE END OF WORDS by Wayne Adewale Samuel</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Teetering on the edge of lips,<br>
I remember what the first was,<br>
I know what the last word is.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We have prevailed,<br>
E go better.<br>
A seesaw to comeuppance.<br>
A coin toss of one chance.<br>
We got it right,<br>
Then we were terribly wrong.<br>
The wailing in the night<br>
Was the mornings victory song.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Should’ve stayed in his hands,<br>
White Jesus could’ve saved us,<br>
But his brother bumbled the Middle East,<br>
So maybe it was a favour.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Maybe the swing, and the boy on it<br>
Need to grow up.<br>
He needs to get off and do the work,<br>
It needs to stay up there.<br>
Stop treating this like a playground,<br>
They need to come back where,<br>
People hold their heads high as the flag<br>
And adult men no longer play in the sand.<br>
Guns no longer immunize the hand,<br>
And take shots at the masses around.<br>
Where a prayer of thanks, is the only time<br>
Hands kiss the sky, and knees hit the ground.</p>
<p><strong>COUNTRY OF MY DREAM by Gideon Sampson Cecil</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The day is green in this blessed land Guyana<br>
Grey clouds wore her wardrobe over the sea.<br>
Green parrots marched like soldiers in the wind<br>
Brown waterfalls walked across this blessed land.<br>
The dark-red horizon falls in love over the sea.<br>
A red robin rejoices on a joyful coconut tree.<br>
The vociferous ocean sends her rains from afar.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">In the dew-dawn day cows grazed down an angry river<br>
Slender corn trees weep in the eyes of the wind.<br>
Sea birds danced on a brilliant bone white beach.<br>
High sand hills climb the air to stand<br>
stretching her beautiful arms all across this<br>
immortal land Guyana.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A pale half-moon hides her face behind<br>
a succulent mango tree,<br>
as the world slumbers in rest.<br>
In the dead night the rain clouds dream under the skies,<br>
Her dark veil hides the silver stars at night.<br>
From the eastern horizon, the crying moon shows me her pale light,<br>
For me to see the beauty of Guyana for my eyes to delight</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A green macaw calls her mate in the dead night<br>
waking the night owl from her rest.<br>
The teeth of the wind bites me from afar,<br>
the warm moonlight caressed my lips in the rainy breeze<br>
conquering my dreams of love for this blessed land.</p>
<p><strong>NIGERIA OF MY DREAMS by Oche Celestine Onjewu</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a land of tranquility as our founding father beget,<br>
Where I shall salute the national flag with zero regrets,<br>
Where the green part of the flag actually means agriculture,<br>
Not some desolated fields where farmers lay dead as food for vultures,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a country where I shall call home,<br>
Where I am welcomed in every part of this dome,<br>
A land where I shall be able to work anywhere am residing,<br>
Where value addition is better than certificate of origin.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A country that Honesty means something, and integrity holds water,<br>
Where elites enter politics because they have something to offer,<br>
When an Igbo man would in sincerity rule Bornu state for sure,<br>
And then alas we shall hear the drums of war no more,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a country where leaders of tomorrow is no longer just some song,<br>
Making me feel that my teachers all this while were wrong,<br>
A country where the young ones are given due shots at leadership,<br>
And not stuck in an endless loop of recycling politics.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a country where a child is accounted for,<br>
Even before being given birth to, he/she is cared for,<br>
I dream that Religiosity died on the altar of spirituality,<br>
Where Federal character was sacrificed on the cross of meritocracy.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a Nigeria with love as its core,<br>
Where education is loved and catered for,<br>
Where there are no more strikes and hates from my professor.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dream of a nation where hunger is no more,<br>
Where the gap between the rich and the poor is closed-up on,<br>
Where due process everywhere is followed to the latter,<br>
So that be you rich or poor, first come first serve is our new Character.</p>
<p><strong>I KNOW WHY THE BAT IS BLIND by Samuel Kuye</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Ere monsters began to feed on flesh, we’re green<br>
We all, so green, fed on leaves; fish fed on water<br>
And snail on humus; none lacked skin, food or shelter<br>
Till peacocks and ostriches contested for the fat and lean</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The Cats, dogs, hippos, hyenas, orcas and sharks –strong willed<br>
Snakes, crocodiles, eagles, hawks –all gone wild<br>
On land, air and in waters –blood spilled<br>
The herbivores and hens –hopeless, helpless but mild</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The Bat and I sought for a world –of old order<br>
We stayed on trees, heads-down –watching fighting and feasting<br>
Claws, fangs, arrows and swords tear flesh –with no order<br>
We see deaths delight dukes and dancers –more crying, less smiling,</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The bat and I moved at night, roaming round in pain and hunger<br>
Then I flew around in light, net wrapped me, cage kept me<br>
And from hands to hands, for coins, I was starved and taken to homes<br>
Seeing hens and chicks fed with maize –I lost my innocence<br>
For in escape, I caught a chick and ate –I lost my way for long</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I’m no more faultless, now in a web of violence<br>
And bats flew in day light –they’re hunted and killed<br>
But I helped my friend escape and she saw me preyed on a chick<br>
“Alas” hawks now delight in deaths, I’ll rather press my eyes<br>
Than see the innocent, gone wild, violent”</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">“Dear bat, night traveler, I still dream of a country<br>
Where there’s no trap or deaths during the day<br>
Nor hunters and arrows at night; nor greed and avarice;<br>
For I know it’s not scarcity that caused insanity –<br>
There’s abundance to tame violence.</p>
<p><strong>TIME FOR RECKONING NIGERIA by Godwin Nket-Awaji Alpheaus</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">It is here, the holy hour of reckoning;<br>
Hour to redress our bedlam-cluttered bed –<br>
The cradle of my youth, blanketed with counterpane of convoluted concatenation.<br>
A bed where we, offsprings of surrogate mother,<br>
Wake with bleak dreams strewn on our scalps like bristled wisp of air.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">It is here, time to sing with primordial flute,<br>
For innumerable days, we’ve been stranded in this quagmire,<br>
Nurturing the cacophony of being dumb.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">We have watched the risible disguise of our Coat of Arm:<br>
The valiant eagle becomes emblem of question, not national exertion –<br>
Where is our strength, when the eagle becomes duck fettered in sadistic minds?<br>
We have watched gavel become gravel hurled at poor birds,<br>
While sanctity pledged allegiance to affluence, not porous pocket.<br>
For our river doesn’t have weir,<br>
We watched tide of birth flu immerse our shore;<br>
Our oblong sphere suffers religious cardinal eclipse.<br>
We send our offsprings, with tattered clothes, like Fulanis on street edge,<br>
To hawk, not school, for there are trillion jobs in the country.<br>
Our gullible minds become receptacle of stale truths,<br>
Where rites of reincarnation play ubiquitous sleight.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Oh Nigeria of my youth, flowing with tender corpuscle of a suckling,<br>
Will your auspicious shadow recede in my dream?<br>
Will you silently watch hegemonic perfidy trick you into becoming tawdry?<br>
A stale dream produces a rotten future!<br>
Will the future perennially stare at your offsprings with bleak eyes?<br>
A man who motivates his neighbor to destroy his home<br>
Will never keep him under the same roof for eternity.<br>
Build, build your home, for there’s no death as deficient as suicide!</p>
<p><strong>THE NIGERIA OF MY DREAMS by Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">i<br>
Tomorrow, in the diary of my poetry,<br>
I will write about a new country,<br>
A vast haven beneath the silvery sky<br>
Where honey flows and never run dry.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I will write about her shining rivers,<br>
Coursing their paths in endless wonders,<br>
The green plains, and the fertile fields<br>
Producing bountiful grains with plenty yields.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I will write about her hilly mountains,<br>
The vegetations, and the frolic fountains,<br>
The precious stones, and the crude minerals,<br>
Mined, refined, and piped freely to their terminals.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">ii<br>
Tomorrow, in the diary of my poetry,<br>
I will write about a new country,<br>
A hallowed heaven devoid of terror and strife<br>
Where citizens know the true value of life.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I will write about a unified nation,<br>
Forcefully fortified against opposition,<br>
An empire consecrated with perfect smile(s)<br>
Where truth reigns regally with no guile.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I will write about a blissful heartland<br>
Where food are as common as sand<br>
I will write about the fount of pure streams,<br>
A graceful utopia- the Nigeria of my dreams.</p>
<p><strong>THIS DREAM by Ernest O. Ogunyemi</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Yesterday,<br>
Softly, like butterfly on flower,<br>
Something lighted on my brow<br>
And crept into my eyes;<br>
Something real and tangible<br>
Like Nature’s beautiful world.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">II<br>
There<br>
Children suckt no dry fingers<br>
For mothers were the fullness<br>
In the pockets of fathers.<br>
Life was survivable there:<br>
We ate no bombshell.<br>
And like each stroke<br>
Of the Artist’s brush<br>
In our many differences<br>
We found beauty.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">III<br>
Day broke into my eyes:<br>
Life is still the same here;<br>
Unchanging like the regurgitative return of Abiku.<br>
But I pray<br>
That this dream of yesterday<br>
Will, if not today,<br>
Be the reality of our tomorrow.</p>
<p><strong>TIME by Chidi Jennifer Orjinta</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">A priest meets a man at a confession,<br>
“What troubles your soul?”,<br>
I am pondering over time,<br>
The time it takes the love birds to sing in the wind,<br>
With beautiful baby girls and strong boys dancing to their beat.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">These images keep me up at night,<br>
As I envision this alternate reality,<br>
A place that fills me with pride,<br>
As i gaze upon my achievements span far and wide,<br>
Shaded by rooted branches resembling soothing tides.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">That all children could feel again,<br>
For they hold the seal for a tomorrow,<br>
To give new life into old hearts,<br>
To smile brightly at the world,<br>
And talk about what truly matters.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">“And what truly matters to you, my child?”,<br>
‘Time’,<br>
Too much time has been spent accumulating and accounting,<br>
such hard rocks we all have become.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">“And how does that make you feel?”,<br>
‘Trapped’,<br>
Trapped enough to believe in all the illusions i cannot see,<br>
Trapped enough to have my dreams conflict with time,<br>
wondering if time aids or sings a contradictory chime.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">But i appreciate the lightness of my troubles father,<br>
For when an elder listens a child can truly feel free.</p>
<p><strong>NIGERIA WILL YOU MARRY ME? by Veralyn Chinenye</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I grope deeply in thinking of you again and again<br>
The waters roar in synonym with my voice<br>
I hold a leaf in the middle of this ocean Wrapping promises on the feet of Rushing waters<br>
With fearful excitement, like a bride<br>
I crawl up to the deep<br>
Defying the odds thrown at me<br>
I think of you…<br>
You have stolen a chunk of my heart<br>
I’m lost in the beat of your drums<br>
Please take me…</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">For I have no tribe, this is my tribe…<br>
I connect bridges between Amala and Ewedu and watch Fura de nunu swing her waist down<br>
For my love is unified in diversity<br>
Treating all with dignity<br>
Neglecting tribalism and shutting nepotism,<br>
Folding the rising tides of ferocious favouritism<br>
My love is beyond boundaries and bodies<br>
My love is a cup full of Hausa’s drinking with Igbos, Yoruba’s dinning with Edo isoko and Urhobo embracing the Efiks<br>
Come, let’s drink from this cup and ignore the poisoned beer from Satan<br>
For in the saltiness of lake there is sweetness<br>
Will you marry me, Nigeria?</p>
<p>Alhassan 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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BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST GHANA’S ALHASSAN RABIU WINS BPPC MAY 2018
