Hey guys! So I’ve been writing an Chapbook. Called Indigo girl. And there is this particular poem; decomposed. I’d love if you could read it and tell me how you feel about it. You can drop something kind in the comments section.
Then you need a revival
You need a remembrance of your beautiful spirit.
You need the cold air, you need the humbling Spirit.
You need a cup of wisdom and a breathe of salinity.
Our Poet Laureate 2019 winner is Abel Okwor and his beautiful, prolific use of words and your votes earned him this title.
We had the usual interview session with him, with hopes that you would know him better. Meet Abel Okwor.
So, I took a step towards entering the competition. The theme of the competition appeared quite cultural and I was one with a flair for my culture. I love the Yoruba culture. I feel a certain kind of joy to represent with the Yoruba people. Trust me, they amuse you more than they abuse you.
Lace dresses are for inaugurations or formal events (says the voice inside my head), but mama’s going to wear it anyway! So, in other to get myself fully prepared for any form of atmosphere, I put on a short sleeve lace dress made by Tash Apparel, simple ballerina flats and a matching headband to vibe with all the positive energy I was already giving off. Nothing prepared me for what was going to come after…
Poetry has obviously become a creative and acceptable way of expressing emotions, ideas, concepts and opinions. However, after featuring some poets on this blog, there is going to be a season for selection of the most outspoken poet.
This selection shall be done by the tribesmen with a poll on twitter where, decisions and preferences would be made. Poems do not necessarily have to be posted on the blog but could be tagged to the Instagram account for a specific period of time.
Mirrors of the past
And echoes of the present
Heralds of the future
Of peace or destruction
Praying for no repercussion
It’s our own damnation
Only time will tell
What the kids of our time will spell