Falling

The rain is gently

clapping at the rocks

outside my kitchen.

Its music

waters

my desert.

A new song forms,

the sound of raindrops

washing my face.

The rain is steadily

Taking me home

By twilight.

I am learning

from the weeping clouds

that falling isn’t dying.

Falling

THIRD WINNER OF THE FOURTH BN POETRY AWARD, 2012

This poem, Falling, was written by Betty Kituyi and emerged third in the fourth BN Poetry Award. She won 200 USD, a trip to Storymoja Festival in Nairobi and autographed copies of poetry by prolific frican poets, Tropical Fish by Doreen Baingana, Half of a Yellow sun by Chimamanda Adichie Ngozi and Fables out of Nyanja by Bwesigye bwa Mwesigire

NYAMWEZI

Her voice –

With a melody that echoed through the dark chamber,

She sang her song as the nightingale wept,

Her red lips rounded, her throat suspended;

A soprano of notes floated onto the humid summer night.

All was silent in that moment-

The crickets lulled as if hypnotized by a siren’s call,

The breeze enslaved carried the tune across the village square;

Men boozing held beer bottles to their chests,

Women cooking sighed as they mingled posho with tired arms,

Toothless babes smiled recognizing the sweet lullaby

Like forever did we listen;

A heavenly solo that one would die to hear,

Suddenly- the song came to a jarring halt

And just as the night before,

A blood curling wail

Pierced through the darkness

The villagers nodded their heads in unison exclaiming

‘That is Nyamwezi, the deranged widow.’

NYAMWEZI!

SECOND WINNER OF THE FOURTH BN POETRY AWARD, 2012

This poem, Nyamwezi, was written by Paula Biraaro and emerged second in the fourth BN Poetry Award., 2012. She won 300 USD, a trip to the Storymoja Festival in Nairobi and autographed copies of poetry by prolific African poets, Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Adichie Ngozi, Tropical Fish by Doreen Baingana and Fables out of Nyanja by Bwesigye bwa Mwesigire. Babishai poets were the first Ugandan poets to attend the Storymoja Festival.