Friday, 5 July 2013

soft tonight ~ better at dawn ~ the rebel fell


Soft tonight
Lillian A. Aujo


I feel so...
... soft...
tonight...

I feel like...
...butter...
under the sun...

...on hot stone...
spreading out...
melting...

...flowing...
a yellow rivulet...
sliding down that slab...

...towards you...

I hope you catch every
t...r...i...c...k...l...e...of  love
I hope you catch every
d.......r......o......p......of me
when I d...r...i...p...intoyourpalms

'cause I feel so...
...soft...
tonight.





BETTER AT DAWN


If I am going home tomorrow
Let it be at dawn
Before I have heard the cock crow
Thrice at noon
But not at dusk
After I have seen lurking shadows on the walls
Neither in the night
When a knock on the door
Shall hang my soul over roasting fire
And set me on a precipice
Let it be at dawn
For then, I shall go fulfilled.
Should I not at dawn
I shall have to return
To settle the score
For I never forgot an injury
Never forgave an insult.
To pay the debts I owe
For I was never dishonest
Then, I shall go in peace
At dawn I must depart
So let me go – at dawn
After I have traveled around this world
Eaten all the delicacies
Drank from the wells of  Love, Unity and Justice
And tasted all the sweet wine of forgiveness
When I have found my lost treasure
When I have cast all my miseries into the sea
It shall be utter dawn
And I shall be gone.




  
THE REBEL FELL


Somewhere a bullet pierces a woman,
Beyond the reaped edges of her clan’s farmland.
She gets caught in a thicket whose thorns she does not feel,
Limp feet drag onto a tree whose name the woman does not know
With the sun at her back,
Here breaks the charm for luck.
Off her neck are the fetishes
From the sacrificial white hen, herb and hallowed water
To the bosom of the waiting earth.

The woman slumps, face down-
Watching her life drain away
Now the stained soil seeps from her lips;
Heavily the grain is still in the sack-
drawn to the feast a fly lands on her lips.
The light dips lower as the last sounds
Mute in the darkness, still she droops lower
into a night without mourning.

About her who fell unceremoniously
One day someday shall write;
No rock or wood marks the grave
Of these bleached broad bones
Save for a clump of wild sorghum
Hailing her lost name





Responding to the open call, "another opportunity for women to push the pen:"
With a strong belief that women have some of the greatest potentials that go unrecognized and unnoticed, this award is opening up more creative spaces for them to excel. The Beverley Nambozo poetry award is open to all Ugandan females from the age of 20 to 40 who are residing in Uganda. The award, which was launched in December 2008, will recognize upcoming Ugandan female poets. There are three prizes to be won. Working with Uganda Women Writers’ Association (FEMRITE), this award, the first ever of its kind is another opportunity for women to push the pen. (source)

Soft tonight, Lillian A. Aujo
2009 winner of BN Poetry Award: The winner of 2009 was a young lady called Lillian Aujo, who went further to direct a literary platform called Azania which is an inter-university literary platform started from Uganda Christian University Mukono. Her poem entitled Soft Tonight won the hearts of the judges for its message formation, simplicity of style, physical structure and imagery. (source
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BETTER AT DAWN, Catherine Kemigisha
This poem won second prize in the firstever Beverley Nambozo Poetry Award in 2009, the first poetry award of its kind for Ugandan women. 

THE REBEL FELL, Sophie B. Alal

In 2009: These awards were proudly sponsored by Uganda Women Writers’ Association (FEMRITE)WordAlive Publishers, Uganda Clays Limited and Uganda Health Marketing Group (UHMG).


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