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AJPP: AIRE JOSHUA OMOTAYO WINS ALBERT JUNGERS POETRY PRIZE 2018

Aire Joshua Omotayo is the winner of the Albert Jungers Poetry Prize (AJPP) 2018, awarded to the best poem from the combined top 10 entries of the monthly Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC), from February to  September 2018.

Aire’s poem ‘How I Became A Poet’emerged the overall winner of the Prize after edging out Kinsley Dominic,  Alexander A. Oduman,  Ezinne Onyekachi Oha,  Chinazom Otubelu,…

AJPP 2018 SHORTLIST: WHO WILL WIN ALBERT JUNGERS POETRY PRIZE?

We are pleased to announce the 10-man shortlist of the 2018 edition of the Albert Jungers Poetry Prize (AJPP), awarded to the best poem from the combined top 10 entries of the monthly Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC), from February to  September 2018.

The shortlisted poets, in no particular order, are Kinsley Dominic,  Alexander A. Oduman,  Ezinne Onyekachi Oha,  Chinazom Otubelu, Soneye…

‘ON A STORMY SHORE’ BY KINSLEY DOMINIC

The waves tossed at me, Trying to tear me up into debris, “What will be will be!” Was all that came to mind amid the crisis.

How does one go from a Pythagoras To a caricature of the Life of Pi? Just that on this turf there’s no tiger to harass And help a brother go by.

We paid the little we could garner To make this trip through the desert and drought. Who said prosperity was softly fought? Now…

‘WHAT I SAW’’ BY EZINNE ONYEKACHI OHA

Submerged within my soul are wise words, which my whole craves, Voices whose roaring breath enslaves the caves of sunk slaves. Last night, I dreamed my eyes to death before the mystic moon; I saw silent silhouettes of owls breaking hens’ eggs at noon, And words began to lay long bricks upon the bloodied face of the sun. Amid hissing of grumpy storms like heaving athletes on the run, I saw doors…

‘THIS PLACE I CALL HOME’ BY CHINAZOM OTUBELU

I pray thee, father, speak to the cursed clouds that bear thy son’s wish, For this sick dome I know as home has stung lush lungs off my fish. I try to leap into space, but strange songs sweep my eyes with sleep And dreams drum distant dirges in shallow wells of waters deep. This place I call home puffs cigarette fumes into my broken nose. Mother! Please, plead my cause from yonder lands where thy…

‘REWRITING THE STARS’ BY SONEYE ANUOLUWA OLUSEGUN

We have journeyed on broken bridges and hovered through flaming caves, On crumbling bricks and through hollows of hell and hades. Our past pricks and the fear of a futile future hurts our heart. Our hourglass of hope counts down in our river of sobs and our faith falls, for it is tough to put our trust in thumbs.

These thumbprints and card slips have become our Halloween, our periodical party of…