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