Festival Poetry Calabar 2017

FESTIVAL POETRY CALABAR IN 2017

Calabar, Cross River State will stand still once again as it hosts an outstanding list of poets, spoken words artists, performance poets, poetry lovers and art enthusiasts at the 3rd edition of Festival Poetry Calabar.

We are pleased to announce that this year's festival comes up from 21st - 23rd December at the James Ene Henshaw Foundation, 4 Murtala Muhammed Highway, Calabar.

Distinguished literary scholar, renowned writer and poet, Dr. Idom T. Inyabri is the keynote speaker at the 2017 edition of Festival Poetry Calabar themed Drums of Poetry: "Echoes and Prospects"

Spot light of the Festival

The festival will host a panel discussion on Christopher Okigbo's Lament of the Drums which will feature writers and authors like Ene Edem, Ekpenyong Bassey, Peter Onwudinjo and Onyekachi Peter Onuoha.

In our stimulating panel discussion, we will engage both new and established voices and receive contributions and questions from attendees.

Teens' Poetry

This year's edition of the festival has added the Teens' poetry reading/performance, a veritable platform for "catching them" young.

Night of Poetry Reading

Building on last edition's night of poetry reading, this edition features an enhanced package of reknown performance poets, spoken word artists, singers, dancers with spices of plantain (bole) and palm wine.

Drama

The James Ene Henshaw Foundation in collaboration with the Festival Poetry Calabar is bringing Papa Geno, a play directed by James Henshaw(Jnr.) to the festival.

Also, excerpts from Eriata on Marble a book of running lines by Eriata Oribhabor will be performed live on stage.

The Efik folk performance will not be left out in the festival, as the people of Calabar shower all with welcome of Calabar's artistic.

Tour

The Festival Poetry Calabar will have a tour of Calabar Marina Resort and Slave Museum respectively.

Tickets for this festival is absolutely free.

Please come prepared to have fun and mingle with poets and literary minds from far and near as we beat the drums of poetry across creeks.

Further details of the festival poetry Calabar will be available from December 5, 2017 at www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng.

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If you are coming from outside Calabar and would like to get more information on logistics/accommodation you can contact 09091959748.

Veralyn Chinenye

For: Festival Poetry Calabar, 2017

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