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Enter your poem for the April 2019 edition of the monthly BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) and win prizes. The theme is: ‘HUMAN HERITAGE – THE COMMONWEALTH OF HUMANITY’.
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OTUBELU CHINAZOM CHUKWUDI IS WINNER BPPC MARCH 2019
Nigerian engineer-poet Otubelu Chinazom Chukwudi is the winner of the March edition of the monthly Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) 2019.
LETTER TO A STRANGER by Bamas Sinach VicToria
Hello Stranger, I look for you in every faceWhen I am walking, in a crowded hall, at the bus terminalI search for you in every smile, in every look, in...
YOU DON’T GIVE UP! (a poem by Samson Iroko)
Has your leg the strength to climb high the mountains,Or your hand the power to swim across the ocean.
WEARING MY FATHER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT TRADITION & IGBO CULTURE (an essay by John Chizoba Vincent)
What is happening to Igbo language and cultures and traditional religion? Do we allow it to go into extinction? Do we allow that as a nation? Everywhere is smelling white men, yes, everywhere!
NATIONS CRY (a poem by Ugochukwu Ohadoma)
From the depth of emotionsFor the dying visionsI set my eyes upon nationsSo forgotten and in incarceration How precious the gift of freedomHow determinant the power of decisionsHow hardened the...
REMEMBER US THIS WAY (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
Another 12-Year old has just been laid to rest with his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest,
A HOUSE WITHOUT HOME (a poem by Ayeyemi Taofeek)
Where is the last path on this map? Where does it leads? The end or the beginning of endlessness? I'm exhausted cramming every escape route that leads out of this...
GRIDLOCKS (a poem by Victor Igiri)
A million days still counting against CHIBOK and here we begin a new census for DAPCHI,
that which chronicles the ruins of dark Centers.
WHILE I STARE (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
Guns became our toys, breaking hearts became a thing of joy, corruption became a hobby
and we’ve turned immorality into our Tommy