Five Tips on How to Write a Winning Entry for NSPP 2020
About two weeks ago, Poets in Nigeria (PIN) opened submissions for the 2020 Nigerian Students Poetry Prize (NSPP). And the Prize is worth N500,000.00 this year! That’s some good money, and indeed a great reward for undergraduates who write poetry. If you are a Nigerian…
Performance Poetry Class with Bash, Set to Kick Off This Weekend
All is set for Performance Poetry Class with Bash, to kick off this weekend at Ozidu House, Osun Cresent, Maitama, Abuja. This two-day performance poetry course, which would explore the art, tricks, and business of performance poetry would hold on Friday, the 24th to Saturday,…
Sickle Cell Is the New Tribe
Written By: Jeremy T. Karn for bijoux you’ve heard about flowers thatgrow in the dirt. there are flowers with thorns that grow in thebones & some that grow in your aunt’sbackyard garden every morning as you fix yourbones in your body & dress for the…
A Thing Too Stressed
Written By: Precious Uwen when we started loving it was like we got new clothes. and we’d never stain it. But we wore our love repeatedly for days without changing it. We wore our love with the same pattern, with the same style. The same…
The Songbirds Sing, My Ears Hear a Dirge
Written By: Adejuwon Gbalajobi You’re heavy upon me heart, sorrow.You’re a ravenous beast inside of me.A thousand Psalms I’ve sung to silence you,my throat burns with prayers to still your madness– still you ravish me. How do I wheel myself into joy when it is…
My Crush is a Black Hole
Written By: Naphtali Festus Adda 1:13 am.i think of Prudence. how she flashes her teeth. how she weaves words like a basket. her beauty. her baritone voice – my phone rings, it’s another message from Quora digest, it reads; what is a black hole? //…
I am a chalice
Written By: Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche I am a chalice full of sweet wine & my wine is for my priest, a priest I will yield my body & soul. Do not desire me for pleasure; look beyond my enticing hour-glass body & embrace my conscious cerebral…
Meditation on Writing
Written by: Pamilerin Jacob I fail miserablyat my most beloved habit. Suddenly, a stone is a stone. A cloud is a cloud. &the water in my cup possesses no ancient history. Not a symbol. Nota metaphor. The mornings are stripped clean of magic: birds, no…
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