Sunday, 29 November 2015

POETS MUST BE RESPECTED LIKE PRIESTS

If one should consider what poets pass through to produce a piece being laced with aesthetic use of language and effective command of though in a condensed way, they must be respected. Poets weave words to produce thoughts that are familiar in a way that is not familiar. This is usually done purposely to produce novel expressions. The language of poetry may be simple or complex. If it is simple, the interpretation may not. If the language is difficult, meanings are embedded in words, lines and stanzas. So only those who live in the literary realm are able to dig in very well to get the message of the poet. But interpreting poems does not necessarily mean you should write one, the necessary tools to decode messages in a poem is one’s knowledge about the language of a poem is written must be efficient, then one’s knowledge about the word has to be wide, because poets write about the world.

While writing about the world, different things are considered by the poets. Poet writes to shed light on darkness of the world in order to clear ways for humans when man get lost in the labyrinth of existence. World is created for conflict and resolution. Conflict reigns forever if there is no one to solve it. Though there is God, it is human that He sends to human. His messengers to earth are prophets and priests. In the beginner of life, prophets came to the world for resolution of conflict. While prophets are no more on earth, priests place them and they are reliable. Just like existence of prophets and priests on earth, poets live for ages in the world to direct man to the right path, though it may not be in a religious way like priests and prophets. In achieving this, poets serve as models on earth and paper. Their works speak for them even after their death. So, poets live after their death.

Poets also foresee the future. Since their attention is on humanity, they ensure that no one falls in the traps of the world. They consider the past events, presence and give the world the possible outcome of the future. Many a time, prophesies they make are real. But many people always turn to priests and back the poets, instead, both poets and priests must be given the same attention. The instance of prophesy by poet is not far fetch. In his poem, William Bultler Yeats foresaw the coming of the Second World War in his poem
 ‘The Second Coming:’
‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely the second coming is at hand…’

It can be noted that poets tell the truth about life. But the truth may come in a way that is not familiar. Apart from the fact that poets foresee the future, novelists and other creative writers have the same like mind. In other words, creative writers think in the same realm. Even from the W.B Yeat’s lines quoted above, another writer, a novelist from Nigeria, which is Chinua Achebe also use the same thought by Yeat to write his novel about political ‘jingoism’ in Nigeria. Since Achebe got the inspiration from Yeat, he titled his novel ‘Things Fall Apart.’ Indeed, creative writers must be respected like priests.


On this note young Nigerian poets who are drinking wine from the poetry gourd of their fore fathers must be commended for their intellectual contribution to humanity. They also write about the present situations of their country and continent. They are passionate about their literary world, thinking in the same realm in order to realize the same goals. To show their commitment, they applied for the contest organized by ASSOCIATION OF NIGERIAN AUTHORS OSUN STATE CHAPTER (OAU BRANCH) and wrote on AFRICA AND INSURGENCY. Their mission is to use the ink to curb violence in Africa which is their home. Thus, ANA OSUN-OAU commended them, yesterday, by giving out #50,000 as the first prize, #30,000 as second and #20,000 as third prize. Forty poets applied for the contest and ten emerged as winners.  They are:


                                             WINNERS
Name
Title of the Poem
Institution
Prize
Opeyemi Rasak Oyediran
Blackout
Olabisi Onabanjo University
1ST  #50,000
Olabode Karimot Olabisi
Voices of despair
Obafemi Awolowo University
2ND  #30,000
Olatunji Tolulope
Homeless-Maiduguri 2014
University of Agriculture Abeokuta
3RD   #20,000



                                                    SHORTLISTED
NAME
TITLE OF THE POEM
UNIVERSITY
Danladi Sunday Lawrence
A wall of flame
University of Ibadan
Ajise Vincent
Threshold of history
University of Agriculture Abeokuta
Alao Osieka Osinimu
A new civilization
Redeemers University
Aliu Toyin Abdul
Buried peace
University of Ilorin
Etsekhumhe Samson
Fears of a black earth
University of Ibadan
Ogunleke Adekunle Emmanuel
Streams of Blood
Osun State University
Aladesuyi Olakitan Toyin
Terrorism: The unending darkness
Obafemi Awolowo University


While ten contestants above were given prizes, other thirsty whose names were not shortlisted were given books to show that ANA OAU is interested in promoting writing in Nigeria that poetry is not for business. The purpose of the contest is to encourage young writers in Nigeria. They are poets and there is need to respect them like priests.






OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED (PENMIND)
Deputy Editor-in-Chief, ANA OSUN-OAU

                

A SPEECH BY Editor-in-Chief/President, ANA OSUN-OAU DURING THE INTER-UNIVERSITY PRIZE FOR POETRY

A SPEECH ON THE ROLE OF POETRY IN ADDRESSING THE ISSUE OF INSURGENCY IN AFRICA; DELIVERED BY O. BUSAYO MFR THE PRESIDENT / EDITOR-IN-CHIEF  OF ASSOCIATION OF NIGERIAN AUTHORS, OSUN STATE CHAPTER, OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY BRANCH(ANA OSUN-OAU) AT PROFESSOR GBEMISOLA ADEOTI'S INTER-UNIVERSITY PRIZE FOR POETRY/ INTERNATIONAL POETRY SUMMIT; ON THE 28TH OF NOVEMBER, 2015  AT OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY'S  PIT THEATRE.



The National President of ANA
Dr. Abdullahi Denja.
The Chairman, ANA Osun State Chapter,
Mr. Oloyede Oyedele
The honoree
Professor Gbemisola Adeoti
Our Grand patron,
Professor Segun Adekoya.
The Chairman of this international poetry summit,
Professor Adebayo Lamikanra.
Our Own Living Legend,
Baba Jimi  Solanke.
Distinguished Guests, 
Travelers on the road of writing,
Great Ife Students,
Great Nigerian Students,
Ladies and Gentlemen.
It must be noted that poets are not in short of words; they are just being economical with words. The history of the creation of this world will not be complete if credence is not laid to the role poetry played in the creation of this world.  God created this world with a poem of six lines. The first line of the poem which is " Let there be light" is a metaphor for moon, stars, morning,  noon , lightening, sight, clarity, understanding and  purity. These metaphorical declarations were borne out of the need for a nearly perfect human society to be brought to plate. You will agree with me that there is power in poetry; as it is also evident in the lyrical halleluyah that pulled down the mountain of Jericho. Up till this moment, the efficacy of the power of poetry is still as virgin as the unborn words.   
However, Nigeria is a metaphor of Africa and the pandemonium therein cannot be excused from other African countries.  The issue of insurgency in Nigeria, Chad, Baga  and cameroon had already been contemplated by some poets in their poems through different thematic enactments and several ways on how to prevent or give it  a decent burial were poetically foregrounded. Gbemisola Adeoti's "NAKED SOLES", Remi Raji's "THIS IS THE END", Segun Adekoya's "HERE AND THERE", Sola Owonibi's "HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS", Niyi Osundare's "SIREN" are all perfect examples of poems that had and have addressed the issues of insurgency in Africa. The theme of illiteracy, insensitivity, discrimination, greediness, corruption, neglection, segregation and poverty which are the offspring of bad leadership in Africa, climaxed to the deadly insurgency we have in Africa today.
To end insurgency in Africa, African leaders must embrace literature most especially,  the genre of poetry. Literature is no doubt a mirror through which we look how the picture of our live looks like; as it  reflects  the past, present  and future happenings. It is also of truth that poetry is like the air we breathe  in and out; something we cannot do without. The otherwise of which may lead to unprintable catastrophe. The Minister of Education should as a matter of urgency, necessity and duty, partner with the  National Body of the Association of Nigerian Authors in getting books and collection of poetry that will help the Nigerian Army in sending this monster to a grave exile. President Muhammadu Buhari should also be willing to read relevant collections of poetry that will help him in combatting insurgency in Nigeria as he his the commander-in-chief of the Armed forces. Association of Nigerian Authors is the intellectual bank of this country and their intellectual services should be well patronized as it would help the orders in power. 
Also, students from different parts of this country in their wits, love for Africa and mankind have been able to write poems that addresses the  issue of insurgency in Africa and how to give it a decent burial. These poems are not only timely, they are also capable of bringing peace back to Africa. The executive council of this association will ensure that all these poems are published in the association’s journal that will be launched by January  with the title: AFRICA AND INSURGENCY and a copy of which will be sent to the president of this country and the Chief of Army Staff.
In conclusion,  this programme is in honour of one of the best poet and scholar in the world, a man of letters, a traveler on the road of writing, a man whose wine is ink and letters, his holy communion. The man is no other person than Professor Gbemisola Adeoti, the Author of Naked Soles and the dean of the Faculty of  Arts of Obafemi Awolowo University. The literary works of Professor Gbemisola Adeoti have given birth to so many  writers in Nigeria and most significantly, young poets. His overwhelming creativity endeared him to us. On this note,  If I may ask; what is that good thing that you need that is not in poetry? With poetry, you have it all.
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for listening.     

      


WINNERS OF ANA OSUN-OAU PRIZE FOR POETRY IN HONOUR OF PROF. GBEMISOLA ADEOTI

                                                          WINNERS
Name
Title of the Poem
Institution
Prize
Opeyemi Rasak Oyediran
Blackout
Olabisi Onabanjo University
1ST  #50,000
Olabode Karimot Olabisi
Voices of despair
Obafemi Awolowo University
2ND  #30,000
Olatunji Tolulope
Homeless-Maiduguri 2014
University of Agriculture Abeokuta
3RD   #20,000


                                                        SHORTLISTED
NAME
TITLE OF THE POEM
UNIVERSITY
Danladi Sunday Lawrence
A wall of flame
University of Ibadan
Ajise Vincent
Threshold of history
University of Agriculture Abeokuta
Alao Osieka Osinimu
A new civilization
Redeemers University
Aliu Toyin Abdul
Buried peace
University of Ilorin
Etsekhumhe Samson
Fears of a black earth
University of Ibadan
Ogunleke Adekunle Emmanuel
Streams of Blood
Osun State University
Aladesuyi Olakitan Toyin
Terrorism: The unending darkness
Obafemi Awolowo University

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

LET IT BEGIN: THE PROF. GBEMISOLA ADEOTI INTER-UNIVERSITY PRIZE FOR POETRY

Submission of entries for the Prof. Gbemisola Adeoti Inter-university Prize for Poetry an initiative of the Osun State chapter of the Association of Nigerian Authors, OAU branch  has commenced.

Prizes:

1st   prize:50,000
2nd  prize:30,000
3rd   prize:20,000

You will find the below pivotal information useful:

ELIGIBILITY: 
For undergraduates in any Nigerian University only. 

Theme:
AFRICA AND INSURGENCY

 *Note that you may not submit poems outside of the chosen theme.

Poem Guide:

*Entry poem must not be more or less than forty (40) lines. It must be sent in Microsoft word doc format and must be in Times new Roman (font size 12).

*Submission must not exceed a poem per applicant.

*Entry may come in a preferred title chosen by the entrant, but must not be out of line with the given theme.

*Name of entrant, name of university, phone number, email address and title of poem must be written on a new page separate from the page containing the poem.

Entry should me sent to oauifeana@gmail.com 
Submission deadline:

The submission deadline will be on the 8th of November 2015  (11:59pm GMT+1). 

On Payment:
Each applicant is to pay an entry fee of #1000 into the following account:

Bank: UBA 
Account: ANA OAU 
Account number: 2084622451

Online Registration:

After your payment has been made, you are to complete an online form. In this form you are required to fill in information which compulsorily include your payment details, after this, a confirmation of payment will be sent to your mail address.

To fill the form, follow the link below:

Immediately your entry has been received,  you will be notified.

Always check our information criers to get up-to-date information on the progress of the competition.

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Come geo-wind and spread out words from ear to ear: let each poet tell another of this great news.

For the love of creativity! For the love of poetry!

Sunday, 30 August 2015

WATCHING SILENCE by Adewumi Olumide Benedict

It will all become watching silence
When your two eagles fly
With their wings unbroken,
When your gallant horses run
With their strength unaltered.
It will become a watching silence
When your black soil,
Loam! Loam!
Which is spread across
The burial site of
Some flowerless flowers
Mingling with unproductivity
Becomes fertile
For the oil and for all.
Only then, when all these be
Only when all these be
Will prospering violent tongues of fire
Speaking the language you understand
But fail to hear,
Become ambassadors of watching silence.

Till then, enjoy the hard harsh tones of rushing violence
You clamourers for sudden silence.

BOREDOM HAS DRAWN ME TO JEHOVAH, HUNGA DON NEAR ME REACH JACKN by Motolani Olusile

Curiosity they said, killed granny’s white cat
but why will that,
be my path.
For if I choose to involve
with the opaques that evolve,
this before awareness had I resolve.
Nevertheless the ennui kind of distress
has ‘’sesamed’’ the gloomy doors of depress,
not in haste but won’t hesitate begat ‘’christness’’.
A perilous journey to dust,
with only ONE you can trust…O rejoice for we’ve found one lost!

if u fit com closa
u go undastand the matta
wahlai en dey sound pass bata
d tori don taya me
dis hussu wan faya me
buh kpom pi, mey in yarn u, i kana d wirein
as I reason mey I engage onto d wakacome test
I soji no to carry last
with gbedu wey still dey ma tract
to level u, sey true talk I oragnise
my guy, i normalise time pas gan….wahlai I 2 memorise!

PITTANCE by Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

Here comes the visitor sent from men of upper chamber
To stage masque at the corridor of our life
Pittance as its bard
To entertain us with confetti of misery
Delouse the hope; guard dime with termite, besides the lice

Oh! Windfall blew with the flute of whirling wind
At corridor of dusk and dawn, hope, glare face,
Traders on horse rode with caravan at the heart of green-desert,
But with empty hands, home they come

Pittance pinched the day
Dearth petrified the night
The moon yawned and squatted its light
The dawn wrestled and hustled
Like a lush that lost his way home

Father!
Who is there for our day?
Who is there for our night?
Where is the eye of the sky?
To see the way to Heaven

BODI NO BI WOOD by Olayinka Adisa

You see am gidigba like thing wey no geti life
You think sai bodi bi wood
See am for hin face and talk you sai
Na him only bi the wood wey do forest
an’ hin no wan do
na so kon take oppression dey waya am like to sai hin no bi being
dey show am una yellow pawpaw body to attract am
as hin dey comot eye sake to sai hin no wan commit
na so dey do am more more
if hin kon dey push, grip una dey flush
go dey shout yeh! Uhn! Ha! dey weep
like to sai no bi watin you push am do.
the circular veranda wey you dey half show to see naked,
the back yard wey you dey kari package do yanga waka
I pity make wahala no fruit for tree, scatter things for una o
As you dey do am wayo, palava fit tondo
sake to sai bodi no bi wood, just wan kari bodi hold.
Make na dey do small small if na no want water pass gari o
an’ kari mouth yarn sai him don spoil na life.

Bodi No Bi Wood, hin just dey try to keep bodi ooo.

QUEEN OF THE SILENT NIGHT by Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

What on earth have I done to earn this?
How will I without faults decode it?
Is it the time to fellowship with the galaxies
Or the time to dialogue with my feet?
These and many more stupefied my thoughts.
Completely lost in the wilderness of questions,
I saw the moon amidst the stars –
Stunning stars escorted by the moon –
Shoulders to shoulders they moved in the sky.
I stared thoughtfully at the stars.
They were absolutely joyous in their minds!
O beautiful night moon!
Queen of the silent night!!
The sky is not as market near,
I would’ve gone at dawn;
I would’ve returned at dusk.
Golding moon! Lamp to night’s feet!!
Light lamp full of finest oil!
Finest oil, daughter of nature’s wife!
The sky is not as market near,
I would’ve gone at dawn;
I would’ve returned at dusk.
Seated solitarily on a lonely rock,
I occupied myself with my own thoughts.
In the dark night, suddenly the stars,
Through the celestials, flashed at me.
What on earth have I done to earn this?
How will I without faults decode it?
Is it the time to fellowship with the galaxies
Or the time to dialogue with my feet?
These and many more stupefied my thoughts.
Completely lost in the wilderness of questions,
I saw the moon amidst the stars –
Stunning stars escorted by the moon –
Shoulders to shoulders they moved in the sky.
I stared thoughtfully at the stars.
They were absolutely joyous in their minds!
O beautiful night moon!
Queen of the silent night!!
The sky is not as market near,
I would’ve gone at dawn;
I would’ve returned at dusk.
Golding moon! Lamp to night’s feet!!
Light lamp full of finest oil!
Finest oil, daughter of nature’s wife!
The sky is not as market near,
I would’ve gone at dawn;
I would’ve returned at dusk.
O beautiful night moon!
Queen of the silent night!!
The sky is not as market near,
I would’ve gone at dawn;

I would’ve returned at dusk. 

JOYFUL CRIES by Asiabaka Uzochukwu Emmanuel


9 months of pain is enough to cause eternal joy.
36 weeks of sleepless night is enough to birth the morning sun.
270 days of harbouring a visitor is a pass mark to be a good neighbour.
If this pain heralds joyful cries, are you willing to tread this path???

The crack of a hatched egg signals a new beginning.
The beginning of life which is priceless
Life is God's priceless gift to humanity
And how will humanity continue without procreation???

How can happiness substitute agony in a second
She who wailfully pushes the overdue visitor in her
Tears dripping her eyes like the falls of Erin Ijesha
Instantly leaps for joy as she hears the cry of the expected traveller...

We laugh, sing and dance as we hear its cries
If it cries not, we cry and mourn
We plead to God to bequeath us with the cries of a new life
It cries welcome joy and happiness in our heart...

OGUN’S DELIGHT by Motolani Olusile

Alas!   I have taken a bite of Ogun’s delight

Confidence is a selly thing.
Often believed to be a man’s word,
doing things very few can do,
saying things very few can say.
But when a woman has confidence,
now that’s a beautiful thing.
Debatably rare in the western world.
Confidence!
Unlike in men, in a woman is a rather conspicuous thing.
Envious eyes of her peers would be upon,
‘’Wow! Such confidence she has’’ saying to their seconds at the mirror.
When a young lady becomes aware of her Confidence……O my!
Her carriage and usage solely depends on her exposure.
She may either conserve it,
and pack it up all alone to herself,
or she may show it off, flaunt it with pride to the world.
Most black men love women with confidence,
It’s magnetic!
On sight attracts them spontaneously!
My kinsmen upon noticing the distinctive feature
would dramatically say to themselves
ore mi, omo yi layaaaaa….