Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

We, the team at Chrysolite Writerz are delighted and honoured to publish on our site the winning poems of the Chrysolite Writer of the Year Awards Competition – 2017.

Our warmest congratulations to the winners on their great achievement!



First Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

REDEMPTION by Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact


Once upon a time…


We walked around on earth’s diurnal course

Like vagabonds without the essence of life

We walked around with the testament of death

Written upon the slates of our souls.


We walked and grew with the feathers of time,

Chasing after the shadows of dead dreams

Like fugitives meandering the tortuous paths

Of dead end with darkened hearts.


In the vanity of our grovelled minds,

We began to build a ladder of babel

For posterity to leave a lasting name

But the almighty God saw the vain attempt

And confounded us with confused tongues.


Amidst those shattered wreckage of illusions,

We were dispersed like dry pollen grains

And scattered abroad the surface of the earth

Like sheep without a shepherd’s touch.


We became lips of confused languages,

Feeding upon the swinish husks of sins

Until the redemption of the purchased possession

Which brought us back into a glorious liberty.


Now we come together in oneness of mind,

Building our world with solid bricks of trust

And despite the diversities of our tongues

We sing together the universal song of love.




Second Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

THE WORLD AND TONGUES by Mesioye Affable Johnson


The world is too loose,

& what holds us are just tongues

finding a language in a confused wind

to call fluttering men like us,

– say a boy milked by war

beside his mother drenched in lullabies,

– say a girl who men gives well memories

in depth of a man gargling fame in Lagos,

– say a widow dripping wishes on fine stones,

– say nothing finding home in a city’s smiles

& a city’s smiles finding home in nothing.


Fire is the crow for those who are late

to wake up, like Borno. Water is the

voice of men carrying deserts on their bodies, &

sand is everyone’s tongue : Of men keeping

memories in engraved dates, of boys

too impatient to learn

lyrics of pebbles in their mother’s absence

before singing tombstones. To live is our smiles

running motion of tired leaves,

I tell you, no one is homeless. There are rooms

below our feet calling men to abundance,

calling us people of sands, they are tongues too,

ask Ozubulu’s blue shirt designed in elegies.


Tongues are songs that sings us, & at dusk again,

we’ll lend these rooms our city’s tongue

because the world is a call and response &

we cannot afford to give what we do not have.




Third Place Winning Poem – Chrysolite Writer of the Year 2017

MISUNDERSTOOD by Patience Emudianughe


Your father spoke to your mother and she never understood

She served war when he asked for peace

But How does one find peace in strange words?

How does one serve peace when they hear war?

Her parents told her peace was at home

buried in the words she knew

But she ran towards the war drums

Your fathers tongue was honey

but when words flowed

A thousand thunderstorm ranged


Your father spoke to your mother

and she never understood

She sighted love in a war drum

and she ran to embrace it

Her parents pointed out letters

that she knew

but she buried her mind

And now she serves war even when she wants peace



Posted by Indunil Madhusankha



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