Friday, July 30, 2010

My book, Unjumping is out.

My book, Unjumping is out, the link to it is here.

Monday, July 26, 2010



It’s the fragrance, mother;
The intoxicating crispy fragrance
Of coloured mint coinage.
Sometimes the shimmering glitter
Of gold or silver.
It matters not mother
What figures are imprinted on,
Just the fragrance!

The fragrance that drives me
To plunder my core,
To pillage my country to nothing,
Squandering it to desolation.

The fragrance that devours me
And sparks hunger pangs,
Coercing me to crave and covet theirs
Staining my hands with blood

It’s the fragrance mother;
The musky musty odor
Of old and used notes,
Sometimes the dull hue of coinage
That quenches my thirst and ardor!

It matters not mother
What figures are imprinted on
Just the fragrance mother
Just the fragrance.

This poem was written by Regina Asinde who emerged second in the BN Poetry Award 2010. She won 150 USD, an autographed book of How to Save Money for Investment by Ken Monyoncho and an autographed poetry book, The African Saga, by Dr. Susan Kiguli.

Making Modern Love, first winner BNPA 2010

Making Modern Love

We are not like provincial lovers
Who wait to stalk funerals
That bring opportunities of replacing the departed,
Under the watch of the night, in verdant shambas

Armed with cash
We’ll open our hearts
On a plate of chips, with a soft drink
Things to nibble and sip, but not too large to distract
Maybe chaps? Muchomo and beer later?
Chips chicken will soften us for now,
And for future food that you commonly acknowledge is delicious.

If you should stare in pockets so deep
That the residential wallet is unseen by short fingers
Soon enough other networks become sexy,
Offering side dishes and desserts
For we’ll soon meet other friends with longer arms

It is constantly recommended by wily winners
That going dancing eases misgivings
In tender bones,
Unlikely to be tempered by the softness of night lights.
But if all is careening towards a cold spell
Drinks should be laid out till we are released from thinking.

We saw a secondary virgin sobbing at a table for two
Weighed down by the meanings of disease.
We saw a man who had become a man
For he knew now, how close he was to the deceased
And vaguely inundated with curses of,” Shit happens.”
Stumbled away with thoughts that grew from booze
And the dregs of making modern love.

So while good things begin to afflict us now
And beautiful things course through dull heads,
Causing wings of desire to grow like mushrooms in a mist
Of opportunity,
At last. We shall soon make modern love.

This poem was written by Sophie Brenda Alal, who emerged first in the BN Poetry Award 2010. She won 250 USD, an autographed book of How to Save Money for Investment by Ken Monyoncho and an autographed poetry book, The African Saga, by Dr. Susan Kiguli.


He roughly pushes through the populous kikubo lane. The titanic load on the head sinking his neck into his torso forcing his body to dwarf. "Fasi Fasi..." his mouth cries hoarsely, his tongue licking rivulets of sweat off his hard muscled face.

His rapid pace slows, at the bounds of the thick crowd, his eyes blindly staring at the shoes of those in front of him, waiting hopefully for them to give space.

A sharp pain cut into his left ear like water puffed through the nose.

The rhythmiocal throbbing of his heart climbing to the head he felt hot, so hot that it hurt...

His blood boiling at an increased degree.

His head pounding hard asit swayed up, front and back.

"A voice was calling..."

His hands weakened letting loose of the load, suddenly his head felt heavy as his whole body slipped away from his will to reach his destination,

" I am not going to be paid..." His mind concluded.

he felt his head thinning, separating from the load at the jet of his breath as he fell on top of his face.

This poem was written by Nakisanze Segawa who emerged third in the BN Poetry Award 2010. She won 100 USD, an autographed book of How to Save Money for Investment by Ken Monyoncho and an autographed poetry book, The African Saga, by Dr. Susan Kiguli.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Congratulations Sophie!

From the team of the BN Poetry Award, this is to send our congratulations to Sophie Alal who emerged first in the second BNPA award 2010 for her poem, Making Modern Love. Regina Asinde emerged second with her poem Fragrance and Nakisanze Segawa emerged third with her poem The Hustler. Other highly recommended winners were Jennifer Oketch with Call me Broke nigga if you want and Kayesu Harriet for her poems The End of the Road and The Native and the Stranger.

The event went great. We had performance from Susan Kerunen who gave me a cd. (love you) Dr. Susan Kiguli ripped the stage open with her Luganda and English poems. Susan is a poetic genius. Each participant received a certificate and the first five received an autographed copy of Dr. Susan Kiguli's African Saga and ken Monyoncho's How to Save Money for Investment. The first three received cash prizes as well 250 USD, 150 USD and 100 USD respectively. In October, there will be a workshop and priority goes to the participants of the BNPA 2009 and 2010.

Thanks for making it happen and thanks to the sponsors, Doen Foundation, Bayimba Cultural Foundation and Amakula Kampala Cultural Foundation.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I'm getting published this year

Recently, I emerged second in an international poetry competition. My prize is a publishing contract and publication of my poetry in a chapbook. I'm thinking of a name, maybe Unjumping. Heere is part of the email.
DELIGHTED! Your runners-up prize will be a publishing contract with erbacce-press, publication of a 36 page chap-book of your work and six free copies of your new chap-book... we can start on this as soon as you like Beverley; I'll need the following:

A FULL snail mail address.
A title for your work.
A selection of your work (as much as you like).
A head-shoulders photo of yourself for the rear cover.
A dedication if you'd like one.
Any acknowledgements you'd like to include.

The Judges all liked your work...

My Candle

My Candle

Poem in respect and condolence to the bereaved after the July 11th terrorist attack in Kampala, 2010. Written by Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva

My Candle

My Candle Will Light Your Candle
My Comfort will shoulder your grief
My smile will alter your frown
My closeness will decrease the distance

I have no answers
But I have my heart, my words and my strength
The shadows of tragedy
Try to conceal the happiness we deserve
We do not choose to forget
We choose to seal our differences
With a bridge that only a heart can build
Because only a heart understands

May My candle light your candle