I was there @ Fist of Words - 1st edition of WRR Poetry Festival has come and gone but the memories lingers on?
Journeying down from Lagos to Ibadan yesterday was so stressful due to traffic congestion along Redemption camp, which transmuted a one hour journey to a journey of close to four hours. The time was no issue but the boredom of stagnation didn't make the journey fun at all. I wished at that point 'say I don stay my house jeje'.
Sea change surfaced in my perception when at long last I alighted and saw poet Bada Yusuf, who had just disembarked from a bus too. I beheld the beautiful gate of the University of Ibadan. Suddenly, my adrenaline starts to gush rushing with great speed for curiosity.
Art Theatre - The venue of the poetry festival, here I am, let me in. An open mic session was on after which was 'gban gaun gban gaun... *break time'. This was when my heart forgave me for the stressful journey and my fatigued body bade bye to the goddess of slumber with any chant of abracabra. We have photo shots for short people like James Ademuyiwa and photo tall for tall people like Graciano.
Seeing Sir Eriata, Dr RAphael, Sir Enigmatic, Sir KIS, Sir Grrrrraciano among others natural sends joyous stimulus to a poetic heart...
My very penning family members like Poet Tolu Impact, BArDa, Emma Faith, Dame Kemjy and Rachael graced the event as promised.
Poets stomped the stage with VERY AMAZING performances. Among which includes UCHE UWADINACHI's highlyu entertaining spoken words with dramatic gesticulations. Then came then came the MOST IMPRESSIVE quality POETRY PERFORMANCE 2015 by Ayoola Goodness. That guy is now rumoured to have gotten those stunning imageries from Mercury. No... Some argued it was imported from Venus though produced at Mars. Water available.. Me I sha no say him tiiiiight gan. James Conco, Samurai, Faith, and my wonderful brother in the Lord, Paul Alowo among others did very fine. Oh! I almost forgot to tell how KEMISTREE was almost KIDNAPPED, I mean adult-napped by one guy like that who filled the ARTmosphere with sweet sweet love poemu... I guess all girls, ladies, women and grandmas present must have been moved by the poetical anointing.
I mount the stage at last to... Read off hands abi recite de nii abi... Mio tie mo jare. I sha voice an amazing peom of mine titled "Go On African Soldiers". Thanks to SAM DE POET and those like my newest friend TIWISTAR opined it was wonderful. Here it is text :
GO ON! AFRICAN SOLDIERS!
I flip my brain like book to search for words
As I pulled my pen straight from my heart
And let my pen speak for scripts to note
What my heart indicts on insurgency.
Why wouldn’t we war
to restore pissed-off peace
from the cruelty hands of all these
drunken gods of Sambisa – Bok’ Haram?
Why wouldn’t we war
when our formality for amity
in humility was decoded as insanity
so they retorted us with witless hostility?
Why wouldn’t we war
when dove of peace which hovers
over them with peace paper now suffers
encaged in rage by violent agents – insurgents?
Why wouldn’t we war
when the distress of unrests
‘cause cursed Bok’ men’s brains regress
and Nigeria amnesty they did bid ‘bad’ bye?
Why wouldn’t we war
when they’ve abducted Chibok girls
hosting these school girls as cynical guests
having them battered, raped, or as we’d guess…
Why wouldn’t we war
when they’ve attacked to destroy us first
and they injure in joy to cause us holocaust
as their merciless gunshots drown kids in blood?
Why wouldn’t we war
when surrounded by those foes
aiming to scrunch the treasured rose
of brotherhood, which we’d wisely watered?
Why wouldn’t we war when
whether we watch without warring
or fight for freedom, they’d keep us worrying
about killings and bombings, until we war and win?
Why wouldn’t war, armed armies
unite to war these enemies, by all means,
before bad Boko’ bomb-blasts, brutally burn
Naija, Niger, Cam’roun and Chad, as trashes’ ashes?
Why wouldn’t my mind find hard lines
to stir soldiers with wild war words, which
vents vengeance for emergence of insurgents
so our bold soldiers should attack our attackers?
Thanks to Penfreak, without which I wouldn't have been able to make it down
Thanks to Brigitte Poirson. I got my BPPC runner up certificate and copy of Wind of Change (in which my poem 'Really Ridiculously Religious' is featured. I am happy with that.
I got my copy of Kukogho Iruesiri Samson's "What Can Words do?"
Thanks to the entire WRR Crew, EGC Crew and the SFEV Crew too for their apparent roles in ensuring the success of the event.
I journey home in this bus right now as I type hearing my heart whispering 'it was worth the stress of coming'
God bless us all!
Abegunde Sunday Olaoluwa @SPEAKINGPEN