Friday, 14 August 2015

CREATIVITY MINDS presents

EMPOWERED
              BY WORDS




Oh ye lovers of Art in the Nooks and Crannies of Abeokuta, Ogun State and beyond, Join us as we bring to you from the stables of the CREATIVITY MINDS, ‪#‎EMPOWEREDBYWORDS‬, the Maiden edition of Spoken Word and Soul Music Concert in MAPOLY.


The Open Mic session starts by 12noon, and this program promises to be empowering. Are you thinking of getting refreshed? Don't worry, you are not only going to be fed with WORDS, there is sure preparation for physical refreshments.




DATE:  21st Friday, August 2015
VENUE:  Jibodu Hall Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, Ojere, Abeokuta
 TIME: 12noon
 

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

"Rocking-On With Edaoto And The Afrogenius Band" August 2015 Edition

THE POETRY COURT
           "Rocking-On With Edaoto And The Afrogenius Band" 
 You are cordially invited to Rock-On With EDAOTO
Thursday August 6th
EMPRESS
  
PELUMI-BABA a.k.a THAT YORUBA RAPPER

&
SAM CHRISTIAN
TIME: 7:00pm - 10:00pm
VENUE: Freedom Park, Near St Nicholas Hospital, Lagos Island.


DATE: 7th of MAY 2015


GATE: FREE Freedom park entry applies: N200

Don't miss it  !

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Monday, 3 August 2015

The Creative Writers' Club present "Uniben Literary Festival"




The Creative Writers' Club present
"Uniben Literary Festival"
Theme: The Artist; His Art And Society
Date: 8, August 2015
Venue: Part Time Hall (Ekehuan Campus)
Time: 9am



SPOKEN WORDBY:


Olayinka Samson (Poethick Samuri)

Plumbline

Charle

Wayne




SPEAKERS:

Odia Ofeimu

Olu Martins

Dr Wilfred Oyegun
ALSO FEATURING:

 Music

Art Exhibition

Panel Discussion

Book Stand

And a Tour Around Victor Uwaifo's Masterpiece.



Don't miss it for anything!!!

Follow us on Twitter @Unibenlitfest
Thanks!!!!

AUGUST BORN by Oki Kehinde Julius

AUGUST BORN
(Dedicated To All August Born)

The jewel, in the Crown,
Rolls-Royce of the month.
Appear,to be a Cat whiskers,
Bidding July,a discard,
Preceding,the ninth september,
In the transpiracy,of the Crystal.
.
The eight child,of a Father of twelve,
Sterling loftly, above the rest,
Bestowed with, thirty one,shinning Sun,
Rising in a saffron likeness, of the dawn.
.
The Gregorian calendar,
Unveil it,as the eighth of the year.
Pressing a brake,on the summer,
In the trophical northern,hemisphere.
.
Emperor of Rome,
Was a,turgid Bees knees.
His distingue,dignity,
Give him,a post human bode.
.
Sextilis,was August original name,
Augustus ascertism,hit the name,with nail.
His name,was called,after the month of eighth,
From Augustus to August,till date.
.
Heir,to a Lordly fortune,
Venerable,is of August Lineage,
Its born,are of befitting a Lord,
Full of nobilty and dignity.
.
August born,are the best people ever,
Like the things,since sliced bread,
They are the ostentations,of Augustus monumental,
With a high brow and a lofty respect.
.
A year,without August,
Is like a marriage,within disgust,
Its high Falutin eminent,
Will its,contemporary,dry spelled,
The foetus conceived,
Will be restricted,from prestige,
.
How I wish,august could be,
The twelve months,of the calendar,
Our world,would have been,
A venerated,peace cathedral.
All august born,are of noble birth,
They will never,strike crisis,in the middle bet,
If every souls,were a product,of august born,
Our planet,would have be,in a heroic decorum.
.
August inspires,the reverance,
With admiration and grandeur,
It gives birth,to supreme dignity,
And eminence of aristocracy.
.
Its absence,in a year,
Will bring,to the world,a grandiose dearth,
Ceremonies,will not be augusted,
Raining summer,will last for twelve,
Other months,will groan in crest,
Calendar,will not be completed,
Its born,will not be respected,
Birthdays,will not be celebrated.

.

This piece,is coined out,to venerate,Emperor Augustus seeds,which is
all people born in August.And as a whisper,whispering to every souls,A
HAPPY NEW MONTH.
 

 Oki Kehinde Julius G.TH. hails from Idepe-Okitipupa of Ondo state
Nigeria.Born on 30th of August,some Decades ago! He is a Renowed and a
Prolific writer.His zeal and urge for writting,started during his
secondary education days. Numerous write up,Poetry,Nuggets and
Expositions has been authored,by this illustrious pen holder. He is a
Teacher,Leader and a public speaker. The esoterical muse,that soars
deep,in His vein,made him bag the prestigeous Laurel/award,as "THE
GREAT THINKER OF THE MILLENIUM"by the Great Thinkers Group.His
potency,gestures and intelligence is worth emulating. He is a
dedicated and committed Christian. Julius is bent,on expanding the
kingdom tentacles,especially in this latter days,by the energy of the
Holy spirit,which made him carried,the auction of the Almighty
God,which also give him the burning passion,to evangelise,teach and
win lost souls for Christ,so as to destroy the kingdom of the darkness
and populate the kingdom of God,on earth. He is a core member
of,Celestial Church of Christ. Due to the degree of his Proficiency
and Delegency,He is rated to be the Paragon of this generation and a
Hero to another generation to come!

Friday, 31 July 2015

#WORDSUNCHAINED - August 1st








Where would you rather be on the 1st of August, 2015 by 4pm if not at One Accord Mega Church Hall, Rumukalagbor, PH.
When passion for Christ and the passion for poetry meet, what you get is #WORDSUNCHAINED.

IBK (Canada )

Samurai (Lagos )

Toborated (Lagos )

Neofloetry (PH )

Aquila (PH )

Alex Osagie (Benin )

Bee K, Sammy Hart

Chibee

Graciano
And other Nigerian A-list poets and ministers shall make words dance.

Tickets go for just 1,000.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

POETS OF THE MONTH - JULY 2015

THE POETRY COURT

POETS OF THE MONTH, JULY 2015.

For this month JULY 2015, we have KEMI ISLAMIYA BAKARE (KEMISTREE) as our first [1st] position, with her poem titled DEMOCRACY ENSLAVED.
For the second [2nd] position we have JOYCE NNEBUOGO NWANOKWAI  with her poem titled SONGS OF HER VOICE.
And for the third [3rd] position we have OLADIPO KEHINDE PAUL, with his poem titled NESTLING HEART.



DEMOCRACY ENSLAVED

Democracy is an ostracized sage
Democracy is a Lego game in the hand of man
Democracy, a way of life, killed out of life
Democracy is that freedom, diagnosed with death before invention
Democracy, a word whose meaning was stolen before it was bought
Democracy, a right made illicit before given
Democracy is enslaved
Democracy enslaved
Freedom is condemned to the mind that can still think
Not with the hope of sailing in it
But of fantasy created to live in the brain
Till human race fall asleep
Like an untruthful truth
Democracy is enslaved
Democracy enslaved
Like slavery is rebranded to exist out of chain
To the noosing of the mind
And the imprisonment of the brain
Democracy is enslaved
Democracy enslaved
By illusions and dogmas, planted in our cranium
By News, written how it ought to be
Not how it is
Democracy is enslaved by man
Who, bear out of a woman would break it out of prison?


  
Kemi Bakare is an experienced young performance poet who has assumed the position of a performance director for the AJ HOUSE OF POETRY (A poetry performance organisation based in Lagos Nigeria). She emerged as the overall winner of WORDSLAM V organised by GOETHEINSTITUT in 2011. Kemistree has been shortlisted in various poetry competitions including the NIGERIA/ZIMBABWE POETRY EXCHANGE 2012. She has performed at various events such as the Lagos Black Heritage Festival 2014, Word up, Coterie, Be Blessed, Greatpath spokenword show, Wole Soyinka and @80, Vivid verses, Freedom spoke words, etc. She has been featured by various poets and rappers and was ranked 4th best spokenword artiste, 11th poet that rocked Nigeria in 2014 by EGC. She was also overall winner of the Eko Poetry Slam 2014. She was the first guest poet in Nigeria to perform for the 3rd Annual Celebration of the Unseen Awards alongside former Lagos state Governor, Babatunde Raji Fashola (S.A.N).



SONG OF HER VOICE

I've lost a lot in my previous life
Still with the thought that mummy will come home one day
That she will look me straight in the eyes
And apologize for my lonely 25 years on earth
Cos I still miss the song of her voice
That I never had the chance to listen to
So without an apology from me
I want to steal you from God
Back to the beginning of time
When we were set apart even before
We were made close as mother and daughter
So mummy come home if you can hear me now
Cos I still see the frames of your beauty
like karashika night
You are the ghost I'm not afraid to hold
So come home if you can if God will
Cos I've got so much to tell you
So let me start with the first day I met my ex
It was everything beautiful
But now we only exist in space and time
So tell me!
How do I understand the word forward
When I don't even know how to reach to you
How do I correct the mistakes of daddy
When he's not even here to say I'm sorry
It's been a lonely years for me...
It's been a lonely years for me...
And I'm not mad
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
I'm just a little sad you left me at the golden gate
Where I had to struggle my way out of life
I can still remember the taste of kuli-kuli
Swallowed with sweet condensed milk
With my back resting on iron bed
Quietly begging the night to cease
It's been a lonely years for me...
It's been a lonely years for me...
Cos I still mistake eye contact for love
And it seems playing with the boys
Is the only reason I've grown so strong
And I still don't know what is right and wrong
But if you command me to stop
I will stop and listen to the song of your voice
So sing mummy
Sing to me and drive away my lonely nights.
 Joyce Nnebuogo Nwanokwai,born 9th of September 1990,am a script writer and a  poet ,I hail from the southern part of Nigeria Delta State and am a final year student of Criminology and Security Studies in the National Open University of Nigeria.





NESTLING HEART

I have a conversation with the moon
As I lay my head at night
Waiting for the break of dawn
The sun outspread a hand of friendship
Filing my heart with fruitful thoughts
The sound of victory beats the drum of my ears
I listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat
Expression of love in my nestling heart
The tallest tree is the pride of the forest
Dreams and vision are the pride of the night
Footsteps on the path of dreams
Where stars have their portion before the break of dawn.

 OLADIPO KEHINDE PAUL is a poet



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NOTE: ThePoetry Court will not be having POETS OF THE MONTH for August and September 2015...

(A POEM) by Chinua Achebe




A WAKE FOR OKIGBO (A POEM) by Chinua Achebe

For whom are we searching?
For whom are we searching?
For Okigbo we are searching!
Nzomalizo!


Has he gone for firewood, let him return.
Has he gone to fetch water, let him return.
Has he gone to the marketplace, let him return.
For Okigbo we are searching!
Nzomalizo!

For whom are we searching?
For whom are we searching?
For Okigbo we are searching!
Nzomalizo!

Has he gone for firewood, may Ugboko not take him.
Has he gone to the stream, may Iyi not swallow him!
Has he gone to the market, then keep from him you
Tumult of the marketplace!
Has he gone to battle,
Please Ogbonuke step aside for him!
For Okigbo we are searching!
Nzomalizo!

They bring home a dance, who is to dance it for us?
They bring home a war, who will fight it for us?
The one we call repeatedly,
there’s something he alone can do
It is Okigbo we are calling!
Nzomalizo!

Witness the dance, how it arrives
The war, how it has broken out
But the caller of the dance is nowhere to be found
The brave one in battle is nowhere in sight!
Do you not see now that whom we call again
And again, there is something he alone can do?
It is Okigbo we are calling!
Nzomalizo!

The dance ends abruptly
The spirit dancers fold their dance and depart in midday
Rain soaks the stalwart, soaks the two-sided drum!
The flute is broken that elevates the spirit
The music pot shattered that accompanies the leg in
its measure
Brave one of my blood!
Brave one of Igbo land!
Brave one in the middle of so much blood!
Owner of riches in the dwelling place of spirit
Okigbo is the one I am calling!
Nzomalizo!


In memory of the poet Christopher Okigbo (1932-1967)
Translated from the Igbo by Ifeanyi Menkiti