Friday, November 29, 2013

SUBMIT FOR BNPA 2014 AND WIN 1,000 US DOLLARS

The Judges: Joanne Arnott, Kgafela oa Magogodi and Richard Ali BN POETRY AWARD 2014

THE WINNER WILL RECEIVE 1,000 US DOLLARS Submissions to be received from January 6th to May 5th 2014 midday, East African Time. Guidelines for submissions:

• It is open to ALL African poets who will not have published a full-length collection of poetry by May 2014

• Submissions should be original, in English and not more than 40 lines. Times New Roman or Arial, single-spaced and size 12. Local languages are accepted only if English translations are sent alongside them

• Send a maximum of three poems and a minimum of one poem to bnpoetryaward@mail.com as a word attachment. DO NOT include your name or contact details on the poem itself

• The subject line should read, “BNPA 2014”

• Include your name, email address, country or birth and country of permanent residence, telephone number and the titles of your poems in the body of the email

• The submissions will be accepted from January 6th to May 5th 2014

• More details on the face book page, Babishai Niwe Poetry Foundation, on the blog http://bnpoetryaward.blogspot.com and website www.bnpoetryaward.co.ug

The judges Kgafela oa Magogodi: South African poet, director and musician. He is currently completing a co-writing project for a musical stage play, The Book Of REBELATIONS . Published books include Thy Condom Come (2000) and Outspoken (2004).

Joanne Arnott: Award-winning Canadian poet and writer. Her first book of poetry, Wiles of Girlhood (1991) won the League of Canadian Poets’ Gerald Lampert Award for best first book of poetry (1992). Her newest publication of poetry is, A Night for the Lady (Ronsdale, fall 2013)

Richard Ali: Author of City of Memories, Chief Operations Officer of Parrésia Publishers Ltd and Publicity Secretary [North] of Association of Nigerian Authors. Richard is also Editor-in-Chief of the Sentinel Nigeria Magazine and was a runner-up at the 2008 John la Rose Short Story Competition.

4 comments:

  1. Tribute to bought heroes

    Diluted images on our story boards
    Tales founded by lies, Lies that keep us bondage
    We pray the highest price with our lives
    Our legacy is disposed and we inherited anger
    Fighting for scrambles on the floor
    The biggest share is only for the queens of the free world
    The most obedient peasant become the master
    We take up arms and sing poetic verses and compose revolutionary stanzas
    There are ticks that suck the life out of our quest for liberation
    We were baptized in the bold that flowed down Liberation Avenue
    We were fed stories of brave heroes and heroines
    Who challenged kingdoms of insane and paranoid rule
    Yet you want me to let my guard down because we are blood brothers
    If this dream was never meant to become
    If this vision was only made to be a fairytale
    If they want me to believe that it has all come to pass
    That my brothers and sister are no longer slaves
    And that the slave master is no slave to any other master
    By all means declare me retarded

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  2. Modise, there has been a running theme on corruption in various institutions this week. Well said!

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  3. HELL IS IN MY LAND

    Hell
    Has surfaced from hell
    And
    Set its standing feet in my land!

    My shore-
    My motherland!
    She has been turned into a furnace of hell
    By monsters!

    I ask, 'Who rules?'...
    The fine gentleman who just turned old?
    Or
    The adult teethed corrupt gluttons that have engulfed him?

    O my motherland!
    Thou
    Blessed land nurtured from the sweats
    And toils of my ancestors!

    The star
    And beacon of her mother
    That
    Chose the path for her kins' sovereignty

    She
    Has suffered beyond restoration!-
    Her heaven
    Has vanished and turned into a never dying blaze-filled hell

    The lords
    And captains of her sail
    Loot
    Her wealth and expose her to treachery

    Her kins
    Have turned slaves under their own
    And apartheid
    Bloom glows according to wealth

    O my land
    My sweet, sweet motherland
    She must be a heaven
    But now, hell has invaded her shores with blazes-

    O
    Yes!
    Hell has captured my land!-
    Hell is in my land!



    Oswald George Okaitei

    All Rights Reserved

    (c) 2014

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