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The winner for the The annual Sprinng Literary Movement Poetry Contest (2019) is Adediran Adetutu who will be receiving Prizes include a N25,000 cash prize and a N10,000 gift card to shop at Roving Heights Bookstore. 

Read the Winning Poem below.

THIS IS HOW WE DISAPPEAR BY Adediran Adetutu

This is how we disappear,
word by word,
line by line,
a sigh for a word,
till we become third person pronouns in our stories.

This is how we fade away,
when we lend ourselves to be
spoken in another man's language.

I started naming the cities in my body when I was ten. Some I named grief, sorrow, agony, and mental disorder. Some I named brokenness, injustice, and Lucifer. There was nothing named joy and happiness where I grew up so, I didn’t bother to ask why neither did I bother to name any the same name. I named these cities so that I could remember how I spent my childhood craving for those things that never come. Childhood was a bitter experience, there were nights we begged death to come and rescue us from the universe but it vanished immediately without a second thought. It was afraid of taking us as captives because our problems were bigger than his. We went for nearby demons but they smiled mischievously and drew maps on our bodies; maps showing us how not to die but live. I won’t tell you how I survived this, when we see tomorrow, look into my eyes there are hidden stories of such experiences you would see because I have not totally deleted all. Isn’t it too obvious that living is as scary as dying?
 
Tomorrow when you see me walking on these streets talking to myself, have it in mind that Aba started this madness in me; joining emptiness with fullness of the heart, enfolding dusty verities of emotions into somehow understanding of humanity. Aba started this madness for Boys like me who was struggling not to be seen as stones. Aba wrapped her hands around our necks trying to strangle us into believing what we could not see or behold. They said the wind has mouth and nose, it has taken more breathe than men; they said the sun is as mischievous as a child, even if you climb on the ladder of understanding before seeking for our help, you’ll die walking to freedom. This not a story you hear them tell in the market; this is sadness from the hearts of boys like me. 
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Jide Badmus is an electrical engineer. He is inspired by beauty and destruction; he believes that things in ruins were once beautiful.
 
Jide explores themes around sensuality and healing. His literary philosophy is wrapped around conceptual duality and brevity.
 
He is the author of There is a Storm in my Head, Scripture, and Paper Planes in the Rain.
 
He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. You can reach him on twitter @bardmus, IG @instajhide, & email jidebadmus@gmail.com