"LONG AND LONELY" WRITTEN AND READ BY HENRY AMAMI AT LOUDTHOTZ POETRY OPEN READING SEASON 10 EPISODE 06 AWAY

LONG AND LONELY

I stared endlessly at the void,

on the wake of your departure.

I heard the echoes of your voice, as your memory cuddled me

through the stillness of the night

but in my head

How is life at the other city?

Where were you in the last few days?

Oh! I know.

I know you just left

We made our promises too frightened to say goodbye

You asked me to wait your call

I told you I would be strong

I am strong, so I won’t ring you.

I am strong

Like when you mumbled your goodbye without looking back

I waited endlessly for a gaze

I assured myself you would wave

I am convinced, I missed both in a blink

I am strong,

Like the the light footed,

heavy hearted, walk back home from your departure

Long and lonely, you took my haste along

I am strong,

Like the never-ending night without you

You took dawn along

I am strong,

My only fear is

your goodbye is beginning to have its real value

I hope the gods hasn’t taken side

on that which was forbidden.

-Amami H.

ADEWARA JOSES WINNER LOUDTHOTZ POETRY PRIZE FOR THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY, 2019

ADEWARA JOSES

Earlier this year, to celebrate our 10 years of open poetry reading in Nigeria, Independent Poets Concerns the initiator and convener of Loudthotz Poetry Open Reading established the Loudthotz Poetry Prize (LPP) to encourage reading, writing and writing of poetry in Nigeria.

This poetry prize is backed up by a monthly cash prize of N10,000.00 and the winner of each month will be awarded this cash prize and the poem included in our annual anthology First Gong. See competition rules here

Joses won the prize for the month of February, 2019 congratulations!

Adewara Joses is a writer, poet, and a spoken word artiste. He is so passionate about music and writing - some huge parts of arts. He loves critical thinking, and always loves bringing solutions to problems through his intensive thoughts.

This is the winning poem.

DARK MINUTES

By ADEWARA JOSES

Her room was lit with darkness,

as the moon gazed through

the dozen windowpanes, transparent,

with a curvy silhouette in view,

lady-figured, perhaps, she's alone.

They inched towards the room,

with masculine power, they broke in

besieging Eve in her own Eden,

uncovering the half clad torso,

soiling her virginity garment,

in turns: one, two, and three,

for she had been their prey,

since day one in school.