Showing posts with label #BNPA2015. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #BNPA2015. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

PROFILING ANN WARUGURU KIAI (KENYA) #BABISHAI2015 SHORTLIST






Ann Waruguru Kiai was born in Nyeri County, Kenya, and raised by a legend – her mother. But, growing up, she almost believed that black girls were not beautiful, until she saw Wangari Mathai.
Ann has a law degree. She writes short stories, plays and poetry and is inspired by the women from her Nyeri village, who she sees as defining beauty, strength and resilience. Ann writes to tell their stories, to sing for them, to celebrate them. She gets to tell the world “You are out of order” in her own way, in our way.
She serves her Country by assisting members of the community especially women and children access legal information and justice.

 Her #Babishai2015 shotlisted poemis here.

Dusk dawn by Waruguru Nyatha Wa Kiai (Kenya)

We walked with our heads bowed
Hands firmly pressed on our butterfly stomachs
We rolled like dead wood, not even once did we sway our hips
How did they know?

We walked on our toes in fright
Our feet never crushed an egg shell
We were silent than the wind
Who told them?

We cemented our breasts with mud
Clogged our vaginas with cow dung
Cut our hair and stopped smiling
Who betrayed us?

We never danced to the drumbeats
Our eyes never sparkled like the sun
We have always held our breath
Never have we lived!

When they chased us down the stream
And slid their hands on our thighs
When they dipped us in water
And discovered our breasts
Was it you who whispered
That we are women?






Saturday, August 1, 2015

Profiling Sanya Noel (Kenya) #Babishai2015 shortlist




Sanya Noel lives in Nairobi where he works as an Industrial Security Systems Technician. He writes poems (mostly) and short stories, though he sometimes pretends he can do essays. His works have been published in a few spaces here and there, but he rarely gets the time to write nowadays. So he concentrates on doing short random stories and poems about his experiences as he goes around Nairobi. When he isn’t trying to pay his bills(and not writing either), you may find him seated at public parks, most times with a book, definitely alone, at times reading, at times just seated, and of course bothering no one.

A Poem We Would Rather Forget  by Sanya Noel (Kenya)

thirty one years after the Wagalla Massacre
This is what you remember                 the butt of a gun landing to your mouth
                                                            and then the muzzle pushed
way down your throat
                                                            and all you could pray for
                                                            was for them to pull the trigger.
This is what happened                                    they came for you in lorries
and you were innocent enough to think
that a Kenyan citizenship
would shield you from harm.
This is what followed                         they asked for your clan
but how could you tell that
saying you were of the Degodia Clan
was signing your own death warrant?
These are the memories                       naked bellies on the asphalt
and boots with guns
stepping on their heads and necks.

These are the memories                       gunshots ringing
and truncheons landing on chests
and the cracking of sternums
and the giving in of skulls.
These are the memories                       every sternum broken, was your sternum broken
every skull smashed in, was your skull smashed in
and every thud of a truncheon, was a thud to your soul.

This was your decision                        you were going to die anyway
but the fear in you
couldn’t let you die just lying on the ground.

This was your luck                              the terror made you run so fast
even the bullets couldn’t catch up with you.
This is your regret                               you wish you had died too
so you would be relieved of memories
of cracking sternums and skulls smashed in
of unheeded cries for mercy, and prayers to God.

This is what you wish for                    a chance to forget
that on this day, thirty one years ago
five thousand people were executed
by their own country.

These are your questions                     Do the dead move on?
Did the ground ever quench
its thirst for Somali blood?




The winner will be announced during the #Babishai2015 festival, 26 to 28 August at The Uganda Museum, Kampala.

bnpoetryaward@bnpoetryaward.co.ug

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Profiling Danica Kreusch, #BNP2015 shortlist (South Africa)



Danica Clea Kreusch
After spending the first eighteen years of her life in the small town of Hermanus, Danica moved to the slightly-bigger small town of Grahamstown to grow up intellectually at Rhodes University. She’s still busy finding the highs and lows of writing as she completes her final year of a Bachelor of Journalism in 2015. She misses her second major, English Language and Linguistics, on days when the English language woos her. Despite the best efforts of her lecturers and friends, Danica still thinks being grown up and too mature is boring, and lives for puns, kittens, writing and reading everything she can get her hands on, forum role playing, sub-editing, beta reading, and spending too much time on Tumblr.

    Luna   by Danica Kreusch (South Africa)
   
    Light spills into the stone basin
    And collects itself into the moon
    This is the place the birds bathe
    Celebrating their freedom and purpose
    And lifetime of trying to touch the sun
    He has none of these three things
    But he has her hand in his
    Fingers knotted and not cupped
    These long-dirtied palms
    Submerge in the water
    And for long moments they have created chaos
    Then light collects itself over their linked hands
    Luna
    She feels like purpose and freedom and starlight
    Enough, his heart finally sighs
    No more striving. She is enough.
   
   
   
    The winner of the 2015 Babishai Niwe Poetry Award will be announced during the Babishai Poetry Festival, 26 to 28 August at The Uganda Museum. #babishai2015
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

PROFILING GBENGA ADESINA (NIGERIA) #BNP2015SHORTLIST



Gbenga Adesina, poet and essayist, lives and writes in Nigeria. His poems interrogate love and loss and the miles and more in between.
Some of them have been published or are forthcoming in Africanwriter.com, brittlepaper, Osiwa Anthology(cassava press), Jalada aand others. He was a 2015 Open society for West Africa Resident poet on the Goree Island, Senegal. His chapbook curated and edited by Kwame Dawes is set to be published in Spring 2016 in the New Generation African Poets series by the University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Akashic books, NewYork.




JOURNEY INTO SONGS by Gbenga Adesina (Nigeria)
(On the Benin road)
i
The leaves are an imagination of green:
Self-preening Limbas, doting, motherly Guava trees unfurling their
arms on this road. The oaks and mahoganies loop like
map lines that lead to love.
And you, being you, find yourself in a state of desire
You want to touch and be touched. To fold yourself into a song, into a ballad
and give of it to this air. To re-listen to these places with new eyes, you
yielding to the road, the road yielding to you. Hugh Masekela cooing beside you;
the sheer thrush of self-surrender.
ii
But really, I’m thinking these greens, these twigs are opening sentences
I’m thinking, really, that roads are people and people are roads and
when we take them, navigate them, what we come into is a soft surprise
of songs. Some bright watermarks, some dark or maroon like love or loss
like these trees and their cheerful leaves beneath which there is a dying and a sighing
and a loving, like the red wound in Hugh’s voice as he twirls and twirls me into his space,
my hands trembling on the gear.
I press down on the pedal. Our car is a purr scissoring through the night.
iii
We are now at a junction where a slim, red-brown road on the left
slithers down the green into something we do not know
If I turn this wheel, careen down the road into its dusty insistence
Will I see her
My mother: a little Benin girl again making dreams in sand
or her father, Abulema, bare chested sculptor, his fingers
quick to love as to wood, nursing a bronze slap into a god
a waiting in his eyes, under this April sky relentlessly preaching
the gospel of rain.



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The winner of the 2015 BN Poetry Award will be announced during the Babishai Poetry Festival, 26 to 28 August at The Uganda Museum.  #babishai2015


Monday, March 23, 2015

#BABISHAINIWE #WORLDPOETRYDAY EXPERIENCE, WRITTEN BY ROXANNA KAZIBWE












#babishainiwe experience in Kabale, #worldpoetryday
On Sunday 15th March,  Babishai Niwe Poetry Foundation team leader Beverley, together with Kidron and I made a trip to Kabale in preparation for the Language day event and World Poetry day celebrations that were to take place at the Kabale University on Monday 16th March.
It was my first ever trip to Kabale and boy was I psyched. I’d been told of its winding steep roads; its cold weather and the abundance of Irish potatoes. I was looking forward to having my own experience of these. Beverley had also told me of a similar University outreach that they had done in Kibaale at African Rural University and the delight of sharing poetry and language with young minds pulled at me.
I must say I was pleasantly surprised by the spirit of the students at the Kabale University. Our contact was the Dean of the Institute of Languages, Lillian Tindyebwa (a warm, humble lady with great talent who I discovered she is the author of Recipe for Disaster, a book I read as a child). Anyway Lillian introduced us to the students who were already waiting in the tents on the school ground. The students had a profound respect for one another, cheering each other on as they made presentations in different styles and languages; songs in Runyakitara, rapping in Swahili, spoken word in French, poems in English, recitals in Rukonjo and Rukiga. I was so impressed by their confidence in expressing themselves and the way diversity in language was embraced and even welcomed.
During our break away sessions, I had a group of 31 students and we kicked off our session with a get-to-know game called the Cold wind blows. This game involves opening up about yourself and finding others who are like you. There were some articulate, eager to speak individuals (one of the outspoken people in my group was also standing for guild president at the University) and some reserved people who needed cajoling to speak. After we had loosened up we shared about writing and where we get our inspiration. This was just before I asked them to break into groups, come up with a group name and in seven minutes compose a chant, poem or song from what they had observed/experienced that day.
After the performances, I ended our session with an exhortation to them to write and write some more as it is one of the best ways to influence the world and leave a legacy.
For me, it was all a breath of fresh air; the students’ confidence yet absence of airs, the people we met during our tour- Pam, a painter in her fifties who has life and laughter springing out of her she looks thirty, Eric, a rasta in his twenties who has the knowledge of a sixty year old professor and the kindness of one’s kinsman, Mama Francis the quiet lady with a small restaurant that offers a good service, Iga Zinunula, the entrepreneur/poet/farmer who is generous and wise. And lastly but definitely not least, the lake; Lake Bunyonyi, beautiful,calm, serene.
I look forward to more poetry initiatives with the BN Poetry Foundation and I’m extremely grateful for the opportunity.


Written by Roxanna Kazibwe.
Note: World Poetry Day is globally celebrated on 21st March every year and the BN Team will be organizing poetry excursions all over the continent, to celebrate World Poetry Day.


Friday, March 6, 2015

CELEBRATING WORLD POETRY DAY IN KABALE #BABISHAIEXPERIENCE





On 16th March, a group of East African poets from Babishai Niwe Foundation, will hold a massive celebration in Kabale, to commemorate World Poetry Day. This will also coincide with Kabale University Language Day. Being the first ever to initiate Kabale Poetry Day celebrations, the BN Poetry Foundation team will speak before hundreds of youth and adults, sharing about spoken word, verse, poetry, hip hop and oral narratives, to embrace poetry at a much larger scale across social and political landscapes in Africa.

This is the first of many Poetry Days across Africa. Every World Poetry Day, the BN Poetry Foundation will visit a town in an African country until the entire continent is immersed in poetry.

For details to participate in the #babishaiexperience, email bnpoetryaward@bnpoetryaward.co.ug

Sincerely,

The Team.

Friday, February 6, 2015

It's Easy To forget by Surumanzi Manzi-published in A Thousand Voices Rising

IT IS EASY TO FORGET …

When you are alive
It is easy to forget that you will die
Or even that death actually exists ...

Beyond wreaths, caskets and cemeteries encountered seasonally
You cannot feel the sting of death anymore...

You believe such things to be reserved for ‘others’ ...
The unwanted step-children of gods who did not exist anyway ...

When you are young ...
It is easy to forget that you will grow old,
That you will lose the smooth texture of skin,
Or the milky white of your eye ...
That your beautiful black locks of hair will grey one day,
and your heart will grow weary with lack of ambition ...

You forget that one day,
You will lose the spring of step ...
And the innocence of youth ...

You will lose the liberty to dream dreams,
and a lifetime to chase them ...
You forget that you will someday be bald, bent and bitter ...

When you are healthy,
Well, sane and strong ...
It is easy to forget the pain of illness ..
The physical pain ... and the mental pain,
the anguish of immobility ...
The dread of impending death...
And the insane lusting-after life itself ...

When you were born in Kampala,
It is easy to forget the deprivation of a rural childhood...

When you were bred on buttered-bread and frozen-milk ...
It is easy to forget the hard corn-cobs welcoming the toddler in Moroto
to yet another day … everyday …

When you are perpetually conflicted between beef and mutton for dinner,
It is easy to forget that thousands of fellow citizens have been constantly unsure of their next meal from the day they left the womb ...

If the toughest riddle in your life has been choosing between Budo and Namagunga for your high-school education ...
It is easy to forget that 70% of the nation‘s children will never have the chance of knowing the meaning of the boring word ‘black-board’ ...

When you are alive,
It is easy to forget that you will die ...

When you are safe, sound, fat and pampered in your gated & manicured sub-urban home ...
It is easy to forget that the masses of Ugandans ‘out-there‘ can only manage half the night‘s sleep owing to incessant battles with mosquitoes, bed-bugs ... and stomachs grumbling from emptiness ...


When you are young ...
It is easy to forget that you will grow old ...
And, SURELY, you will die ...

When you are young,
When all you think of is girls and boys and toys,
A good job, money to spend and a life to live …
It is easy to forget that your country needs you …

That by sitting all day and wishing of good times …
By refusing to partake in efforts to right society’s wrongs,
You are plainly betraying your country …

When you are young,
It is easy to forget that by not speaking for justice, and writing for justice, and walking and marching for justice …
You are effectively as guilty as the corrupt of robbing public funds …

As guilty as those parasitic politicians,
Of killing pregnant mothers due to absence of medicines in our hospitals …

As guilty as the reactionaries,
Of selling the soul of Uganda to foes yonder …

It is easy to FORGET



Solomon Manzi,
Lantern Meet of Poets
Uganda

A Thousand Voices Rising poetry anthology:
Copies in Kampala available at The Uganda Museum.
In Kigali, available at Ikirezi bookshop and Genocide Memorial Bookshop.
In Nairobi, call +254 722 790479

Monday, January 26, 2015

INTRODUCING OUR ESTEEMED PANEL OF BN POETRY AWARD 2015 JUDGES

         

PRESS RELEASE:  26 January 2015

INTRODUCING THE ESTEEMED PANEL OF BN POETRY AWARD 2015 JUDGES

It’s a daunting task, to deliberate over someone’s well-crafted art work. A poetry competition is even more so because a poem is a personal and intricate space of words and music. In selecting the Judges for 2015, the BN Poetry Foundation team chose people that understood these dynamics, people who held literature, especially poetry in high regard and had made significant impact on the continent. Each judge will look at each poem submission carefully before submitting the long-list by early July 2015.

 Professor Antjie Krog.

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Antjie Krog is a poet, writer, journalist and Extraordinary professor at the University of the Western Cape. She has published twelve volumes of poetry in Afrikaans and three non-fiction books in English:Country of my Skull, on the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission; A Change of Tongue about the transformation in South Africa after ten years and recently Begging to be Black about the different ethical frameworks operating in the country’s democracy. Her works have been translated into English, Dutch, Italian, French, Spanish, Swedish, Serbian and Arabic.

Krog has been awarded most of the prestigious South African awards for non-fiction and poetry in both Afrikaans and English. International recognition came through the award of the Hiroshima Foundation for Peace and Culture (2000); Open Society Prize (2006) from the Central European University (previous winners Jürgen Habermas and Vaclav Havel);Research fellowship at Wissenschaftskolleg zu Berlin 2007/2008 and an Honorary Doctorate from the Tavistock Clinic of the University of East London UK.
Here are some of her prizes, publications and awards.

*Eugene Marais prize for the most promising young writer (1973)
*Dutch/Flemish prize Reina Prinsen-Geerligs prize for most promising young writer (1976)
*Pringle Award for excellence in journalism for reporting on the Truth Commission (1996)
* Honourable Mention in the Noma Awards for Publishing in Africa for ‘Country of my Skull’ (1999)
* Country of my Skull was named as one of the top 100 books written by Africans in the twentieth century
*Open Society Prize (2006) from the Central European University (previous winners were Jürgen Habermas and Vaclav Havel)
*Protea Prize for best volume of poetry in Afrikaans for 2006 (Verweerskrif)
*  Honorary Doctorate from the University of Stellenbosch
*  Honorary Doctorate from the University of the Orange Freestate
*  Honorary Doctorate from the Nelson Mandela MetropolitanUniversity

Books Published:
Poetry
Dogter van Jefta (Human &Rousseau 1970); Januarie Suite (H&R 1972),Mannin (H&R 1974),Beminde Antarktika (H&R 1974),Otter in Bronslaai (H&R 1981),Jerusalemgangers (H&R 1985),Lady Anne (Taurus:1989),Gedigte 1989-1995 (Hond: 1995),Kleur kom nooit alleen nie (Kwela 2000),Eerste Gedigte (H&R 2003) (Heruitgawe),Verweerskrif (Umuzi 2006),English Translations of Poetry ,Down to my Last Skin (Random House 2000), Body Bereft (Umuzi 2006)

Non-fiction
Country of my Skull (Random House 1998),A Change of Tongue (Random House 2003) ,‘n Ander Tongval (Tafelberg 2005)

Prose
Relaas van ’n Moord (Human and Rousseau 1995),Account of a Murder (translated by Karen Press) (Heinemann 1997),Poetry for young Children
Mankepank en ander Monsters (1989),Voëls van anderster vere (1992) Buchu Books,Fynbos feetjies (Umuzi 2007),Fynbos fairies (Umuzi 2007)

TRANSLATIONS of OTHER WORKS

Poetry
Met woorde soos met kerse (Kwela 2002), The stars say ‘tsau’ (Kwela 2004),Die sterre sê ‘tsau’ (Kwela 2004)

. We asked Professor Anjtie Krog, what she expected from the poetry submissions of this year and the significant changes in poetry from the continent.

1.       What do you feel is significant about poetry from Africa today?
That it is highly privileged by being surrounded by unchartered spaces and spaces unchartered by Africans.  
2.       What do you expect from the award submissions of the BN Poetry Award?
It would be very interesting to see the variety of themes (the usual: love, death, my mother, Africa or not?); the variety of voices (the "I", the personal or the general "we" or something new?); the variety of forms (sonnets, ballads or the use of indigenous forms?) and finally the style (what are the metaphors, images, surprising verbs and nouns etc?). I am also curious about whether rap and slam poets will enter, and if so, how?     


Introducing Richard Ali


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Richard Ali is a lawyer, author and poet born in Kano, Nigeria. Author of the warmly received 2012 novel, City of Memories, 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. He edits the quarterly Sentinel Nigeria Magazine and serves as Publicity Secretary [North] on the Association of Nigerian Authors. Richard completed a 6-week Residency at the Ebedi Writers Residency Program in 2012, attended the Chimamanda Adichie-led Farafina Workshop in 2012 and was a Guest at the 2013 Ake Book and Arts Festival, Abeokuta. He lives in Abuja where he practices law and runs the northern office of Parrésia Publishers Ltd where he serves as Chief Operating Officer. He is unmarried and enjoys chess, reading and travelling. He is working on his debut collection of poems, The Divan.
Poetry Works
http://www.african-writing.com/four/richardugbedeali.htm
http://www.african-writing.com/eight/richardugbedeali.htm
Downloadable: http://www.sarabamag.com/voices-on-the-four-winds-3-poetry-chapbook/   
Radio Play-
http://www.transculturalwriting.com/radiophonics/contents/onlineworkshops/radiophonicsinnigeria/radiophonicspodcasts/index.html
Interview
Emmanuel Iduma interviews Richard Ali http://mantlethought.org/category/keywords/richard-ali
Prose
Downloadable novel excerpt: http://parresiapublishers.com/richard_Ali.php
Two questions for Richard.

1. What do you feel is significant about poetry from Africa today?

I had the pleasure of judging the 2014 Poetry Prize and two things seem particularly significant about contemporary African Poetry—the variety of its concerns and the quality of craft with which these concerns are expressed. I have read poetry from all over the continent and while their concerns remain seemingly local and personal, they have succeeded largely in expressing these in a way that does not exclude. The national and nationalist, or regional, concerns are gone now in favour of the individual’s vantage interpretation of the personal.

2. What do you expect from the award submissions of the BN Poetry Award 2015?

I look forward to a deluge of submissions and to a lot of work. Well over a thousand entries were received last year and I expect even more this year. My personal preference, and the emphasis of my selection, will be biased towards the craftsmen who can turn out the newer, fresher image and metaphor while keeping a keen ear to the sound of each syllable of each line. The better poetry, to my mind, are those that that can achieve these without showing the effort it takes. The value of the better poem rises inversely to how less of its effort it reveals.
Introducing Mildred Barya

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Mildred Kiconco Barya, a Ugandan doctorate fellow at The University of Denver. She holds a Masters Degree in Creative Writing from Syracuse University and a Masters Degree in Organisational Psychology from Makerere University.

She is the author of three award-winning poetry collections, namely:-
Give Me Room to Move My Feet, published in 2009 by Amalion Press in Senegal, The Price of Memory after the Tsunami, published by Mallory Publishers in UK and Men love Chocolates But They Don’t Say, self-published collection in 2002. Mildred serves on the advisory board of African Writers Trust where she is also a founding member. She is devoted to social change through creative works and blogs regularly at mildredbarya.com.

Mildred received high recommendation in 2004 during the Caine Prize selections.  She was awarded the 2008 Pan African Literary Forum Prize for Africana Fiction. Barya's short fiction has appeared in FEMRITE anthologies, Commonwealth Broadcasting Association, African Love Stories, Picador Africa, and Pambazuka News. An excerpt from her novel What Was Left Behind earned her the 2008 Pan African Literary Forum Prize for Africana Fiction, as judged by Junot Diaz, the Dominican-American Pulitzer Prize-winning fiction writer and essayist.

Two questions for Mildred:

What do you feel is significant about poetry from Africa today?

Poetry from Africa today is very diverse, unpredictable, surprising and refreshing in scope, vision, form, narrative, style, voice, and so on.
2.       What do you expect from the award submissions of the BN Poetry Award?
To say that I expect variety is an understatement, but I’m looking forward to interesting perspectives, experimental work, and genre-breaking poetry that defies traditional or even modern forms of categorization. In short, I have great expectations and no room for disappointment.
The BN Poetry Foundation team is grateful for this esteemed panel of judges and to their media partners, Afridiaspora.