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Monday 28 August 2017

HOME FOR ALL

Fr33zinPaul receiving Best Performer of the Day Award at #SOSPoetrySlam 2.0


Here is Njoku Paul Chibuke Henry (Fr33zinPaul)'s award winning poem, earning him not just the Best Performer of the Night Award at #SOSPoetrySlam2.0 but the rave of the moment and the champion of that slam, held in the suburbs of Oshodi, Lagos-Nigeria on
August 19, 2017. He eventually won the slam after a stiff competition and a tie with Lawal Kafayat Gold (LKG) at the closing round. This particular piece was not too embelished with plenty of metaphors and consonance as other slam winning poems. His play on words was amazingly beautiful, performance was apt, modulating his voice as each line dictates, from accentuating in different Nigerian languages to causing the audience to chant his stage name.....then a well-deserved standing ovation, earning a perfect score of ten (10) each from our three (3) watchful judges; Kemistree Bakare, Clemency Green and Paul Word,...





Few years ago, when I was being led.
My landlord spoke to my father, he said
"Okunrin yi, What is wrong with your head?
I have told you that your presence in my premises permits no presence for peaceful sleep in my bed.
Didn't you notice the quit notice and why have you decided to stay instead?.
See, my house is not Anambra state o, it is not a home for all, so take your filthy family away or next time, wo, ma pe olopa fun yin!"

I watched my father's dejected face with his
back against the wall, like he and my landlord just
had a fight of *gidigbo. Unfortunately, we were chased
Out of that house because he was Yoruba and we were Ibos.

Years later, I have grown to become a man
But I am still that child, that child living in a country,
A Country that is like a nice cuisine and tribalism is the order of the day.
The last time I used my tongue to count my teeth,
They were thirty two, lesser than the number of states we have yet
each tooth is as important as the other tooth so why
Do we think each stage is not as important as the other states?

Right now, the only state I am in is a confusion state because I seem not to relate to the hate that we create.
If Bola wants to get married to Akpan,
Like the fuel price, eye brows will rise because they are not from the same state.
To seek a school of choice or a location to serve our fatherland,
We hesitate.
No wonder, my country's leaderSHIP is capsizing because tribalism navigates.

When do we stop seeing ourselves as Antonyms?
Could we take a moment and acknowledge the fact that we are Synonyms and despite our differences,
We still look alike, still act alike.
Despite our differences, can we just be Homonyms and not Antonyms?

For together, we are one people, fun people, good people and great Nation.
Our motto should not be what we drive but what drives us and what drives us is that we accept no mediocrity for we are the centre of excellence.
Nigeria does not need to be Islamized for like Sokoto in our Shokoto,
We are the seat of the caliphate.
We are God's own state, we live by faith.
The light of the world; the Sunshine State.
The world should get ready for a smooth SAIL on our leaderSHIP because like Yobe,
The young shall grow and our young have grown to become the pacesetters.
We are the land of hope;
We are IMO,
Through us they see the future.
We are the salt of the Nation,
The people's paradise,
The food basket of the world,
The home of hospitality.
We are the definition of charity and it is insanity to think that a home for all belongs to a particular entity.



Home for all is not Anambra,
Home for all is not Niger Delta,
Home for all is not Oduduwa,
Home for all is not Arewa,
Home for all is not Biafra,
Home for all is not that far.
Home for all is within us,
A place for no more loss.
Home for all is in our hearts and the earlier we realize that,
The earlier we don't tear ourselves apart.

Home for all is Nigeria.

N.B. "Gidigbo" is an  African wrestling fight where the loser is judged by whose back touches the ground.

"Okunrin Yi"  in Nigerina language (Yoruba), meaning  "This man"
"Wo, ma pe olopa fun yin" is likewise a Yoruba phrase, meaning "see, I will call the police to arrest you"

©Njoku Paul Chibuike (Fr33zinPaul)

Friday 25 August 2017

TOP 3 POEMS AT #SOSPOETRYSLAM SEASON 2

BEST THREE (3) POEMS AT #SOSPOETRYSLAM 2.0 (AUGUST 19, 2017)

To further emphasize the essence of Sound Of Sages (SOS), gift items were presented at the second edition of #SOSPoetrySlam for top three poems that has the most ‘poetic’ content, emotion-driving and most importantly, audience appeal.
 
WINNER OF BEST POEM OF THE DAY, PENJAMIN AT SOS POETRY SLAM 2.0
3RD
(The video for this particular poem was initially published by Naij.com and easily sub-titled, so posting the lyrics will be tautologous).. See video here



2ND

His name is Dickson.
And he said I'm cool an hot
and when I'm cold his cuddle would work

This son of a dick looked at me and said
"Hey baby, you're so sweet ama call you honey
And so hot you make me horny
Sweetie, my name is Dickson
And this dick has gone
far and wide and high and low
Yes baby, this dick has seen"

And I look back at Dickson
This son of a dick
Father of the cum
Whose dick has seen
And bears Dickson
His eyes were needle holes that tells of tears yet unseen
Of lies that the truth had never known
Words that the tongue never tasted
Sounds that the ears ever inhaled...

This son of a dick cloaks himself in
Diverse shades of the rainbow's ROYGBIV coats
Of
Ruthlessness,obduracy
Yucky yearnings
Gallivanting galore
Battering backer
Innovative insecurities
Virulent violence
And yes,
His dick stings.

It is Dickson that
makes posterity weep into an ocean of rape
As he sends souls,
Flying off and never to return from a jungle of abuses

This farmer of the cum that cares not where his seeds
Be sown
Whether they be African or Asian lands
Cos they are just dick seeds
That won't be left to grow
And searing scars that would refuse to go
Despite time's yell...


SOS Curator, Bankole Kolawole presenting the 1st Runner-Up cheque to LAWAL KAFAYAT GOLD (LKG)

So when next Dickson got bitten by his dick
And he said to me
"Baby, you're so cold and I am warm
So come closer, closer cos my cuddle would work"
I look the son of a dick in the face and I say
"The next pain is costlier than the price of Lipton
So you click off,
You fucking son of a dick
Bearing dick seeds
Whose dick has seen
And bears Dickson"
..

BEST POEM OF THE DAY
LUSTFUL LOVE BY PENJAMIN

At the beating of my heart, the world trembles.
At the sound of my name
the heart of humanity skip thousand beats;
I am the heart of civilization, out of me
springs the issues of life, legal or illegal,
good or bad, peace or strife.
Everyone dances to the irregular beats I produce
whenever I strike the drum of desire with the stick of necessity.

The love of me is the root of all evil,
the lust of me is the root of all evil,
I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

I am the gold bold enough to glitter in the sun,
I am the sun hot enough to met the best of gold.
Humanity pay homage to me with
tears on tired skins,
ocean from weary eyes, aches on heavy heads,
shoe of dust on wandering feet of unemployed graduates;
with poetry in the heart of innocent children
whose parents are buried by bomb in catacombs,
with imagination of luxury in the mind of penury,
with wishes, dreams and aspirations of victims of fate
putting on the rags of poverty.

I am not God, but I'm worshiped with tongues
on the pulpit of those that say I'm mammon,
neither a small god, but I'm worshiped
with incantations and dancing cowries
thrown on the platter of deception.

I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me.

I can't buy you peace of mind,
but I can assure comfort and satisfaction
of buying many things and using few;
I can't get you child, but I can give you the memory
that would make another person's child yours forever;
I can buy you the confidence your child need to speak
amidst peers, for money speak in the congregation of the rich,
but in the gathering of the poor humility speaks -
poverty makes man humble.

I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me.

Those who say I'm the root of all evil
are aliens in the planet of riches.

You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully,
with everything that makes me you man:
you slaughter truth with lies,
and wear deception all to have me;
you kill your integrity on the altar of desperation
all because of me...

The love of me is the root of all evil,
the lust of me is the root of all evil,
I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully,
with everything that makes you woman:
you fill your breast with milk of contempt,
your nipples nibble on the soul of men
till they are left with skeleton of devalued essence.
You hate love, and love hatred, yet call me root of all evils
when you are the Miss Ruth of all devils.

The love of me is the root of all evil,
the lust of me is the root of all evil,
I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

I submit myself on the table of power,
power became powerless.
Take me away from government, and greedy humans will lose interest in power,
for where there is no sugar, there is want of insects.

Money doesn't make man mad;
it only gives him two options,
either to be mad, or to MAD - Make A Difference.

Thursday 17 August 2017

JUDGE 3 FOR SOS POETRY SLAM 2.0

PAUL  WORD 
Paul ‘ Word’ Uma –Joshua  is a multiple poetry slam champion based in Lagos- Nigeria. He was the winner of WarOfWords4  National Poetry Slam (2014) and Eriata Orhibabhor Spoken Call Competition (2015), 2nd Runner-Up at Eko Poetry Slam (2014). He is the Founder of Kulikuli Poetry and a co-convener of SOS Poetry Slam, Nigeria.

It is interesting to state that SoundOfSages “SOS” was coined from Paul’s slam winning poem “SOS” performed at War Of Words (4) National Poetry Slam (Lagos, Nigeria, 2014).

Paul Word is the architect of “AWKWORD’ a quarterly talent, poetry and soul music event held inside the prestigious University of Benin, Edo State, Nigeria.

You can follow him on instagram
@iampaulword
@kulikulipoetry

See some of his amazing soul-piercing spoken word videos here…

PAUL WORD - SOS
http://wordupnaija.tv/s-o-s-by-paul-word-winner-of-war-of-words-season-4/

PAUL WORD & PRESTIGE - DEATH AND DREAMS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qARr2lJO2O8

PAUL WORD – INVESTMENT AT WAROFWORDS4
http://wordupnaija.tv/why-invest-in-education-by-paul-word/

PAUL WORD – WHAT IF AT GREATPATH SHOW
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eza7ymCAXhQ

AUDIO (HER BRUISE) 
https://kulikuli.com.ng/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Paul-Word-Her-BruiseAbuse.mp3

Monday 14 August 2017

JUDGE 2 - SOS POETRY SLAM SEASON 2.0

POETCLEM
 

Igbor Clement, aka Clemency Green, is a Doctor in training at the College Of Medicine, University of Lagos, LUTH. 

He is a Poet whose poetry has won several awards, applause and accolades. He's winner of a poetry competition organised by the Law Society, University of Lagos in 2013, 2nd Runner-up at War of Words Season 4 National Poetry Slam Competition in 2014, finalist at Eko Poetry Slam 2015. 


Acclaimed MEDILAG's Resident Poet (2016), 2nd Runner-up, Mr. MEDILAG 2015 Beauty Pageant and a Breast and Cervical Cancer Awareness Ambassador.
He has featured on several radio and TV shows and has graced several of the biggest literary platforms in Nigeria. He uses his poetry to change the world, one stage/page at a time.

Dr. Clem is the brain behind ‘ThyVerse’, a monthly open-mic spoken word poetry event held in the four walls of University of Lagos College of Medicine (MEDILAG), Idi-Araba, Lagos-Nigeria.

His works can be reached via
www.youtube.com/c/clemencygreen

@ThatPoetClem on Instagram and Twitter  or @sharethyverse on Instagram
 

Igbor Clemency Green on Facebook


Catch him at the event this Saturday, August 19. 

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Wednesday 9 August 2017

SOS UNVEILS JUDGES FOR HER 2ND POETRY SLAM COMPETITION


KEMISTREE BAKARE

To say that Kemistree is that brilliant fast-rising Poet-Orator  will only seem like adding ‘eight’ to the rainbow’s seven.
She’s arguably the biggest slam winning Poet in the  Nigeria of today, having bagged the winner’s medal as the overall winner at Goethe Institute Poetry Slam (WORDSLAM 2011), won Eko Poetry Slam 2014, Abuja Literary Slam 2015, finalist at WarOfWordsSeason 1, POET OF THE YEAR, Olabisi Onabanjo University 2016, to mention but a few. She’s currently a final year student at the department of Political Science, Olabisi Onabanjo University, Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State, Nigeria.

She has been listed as the only female spoken word poet to perform at The International Festival of Arts, Culture and Poetry where seven (7) countries in Africa and 4 continents of the world will be converging in Abuja, Nigeria (October 2017), organized by the Honorable Minister for Information and Culture, Alhaji Lai Mohammed.

You can count on Kemistree for unbiased, objective and reliable analysis of spoken word poetry and performance, any day, hence her merit as a judge at the maiden and second edition of SOS POETRY SLAM respectively.  

She’s a lover of knowledge with a panache for the female folks.


To see her mind-blowing spoken word performances, visit:
KEMISTREE PERFORMING “HOPE” @WORDUP VOL.9

KEMISTREE - LIVING WITH MY FATHER (AJ)

i2x - STOP THE VIOLENCE PREVIEW - KEMISTREE etc

KEMISTREE (#WAROFWORDS1 SLAM POETRY COMPETITION)