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<blockquote><h3>Bayo had always chased luck, counting on numbers to make him rich. Little did he know, today fortune would come with sticky fingers and unexpected chaos</h3></blockquote>Bayo, for as long as he remembered,Has frolicked with numbers,Hoping for that one day,When he would hit it big! Then came a day,From slumber he rose,Feeling lucky,Because he dreamed some figures! Straight to his wallet he went,Ransacking every drawer for a coinWith which to play his luck,For he knew, his time was nigh! But he had neither a coin nor a note,Then headed he to his wife's purseto lend a note,The thief!<figure id="figure-pkpcfi3r0omk5y3v6j"><img id="pkpcfi3r0omk5y3v6j" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/4sGQgtfxMrysl0Uoa7z2vcRnytOne8ta5GmNixxkrTbyLhtAh9825PVuJwr3ZyRe.jpg" alt="Published by yemipoet " title="Published by yemipoet " class="object-cover bg-gray-100 " style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Bayo dreamed of fortune, Sola dreamed of survival… and neither knew whose day would go wrong first." data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Bayo dreamed of fortune, Sola dreamed of survival… and neither knew whose day would go wrong first.</figcaption></figure>Sola, for as long as he had remembered,Has been a tenant to the street,Rain and sunshine,Night and day! Usually he had all needed,To end the day,For he always believed,The next day would care for itself! But today, he had nothing,And seeing a phone hanging loosely,Decided to take it...The robber! Thief! Thief! Bayo heard from a distance,And seeing a man run towards him,Reached for a stick,And stuck, Sola hard!“Bloody thief” Bayo mumbled,pinning Sola down,Till the crowd caught up with them,And happily, he went his wayWith his stolen money carefully tucked away!Abidemi Uberu

Bayo dreamed of fortune, Sola dreamed of survival… and neither knew whose day would go wrong first.

<blockquote>If this isn’t love, then why do we hurt each other and care so deeply at the same time? Why does our closeness feel dangerous, and our distance unbearable?</blockquote>‎If this isn’t love, ‎why do my eyes burn when he’s hurting, ‎as if his pain found a home inside me? ‎ ‎Why do I miss him loudly ‎on the days he is far away ‎yet the moment we are close, ‎we argue like two people ‎who care too much ‎and don’t know where to put it? ‎ ‎If this isn’t love, ‎why does he check on me in quiet ways, ‎doing things that cost him comfort, ‎time, even money, ‎then shrug it off and say, ‎“I’m just being nice.” ‎ ‎Why does he distance himself ‎the moment my heart leans toward him, ‎as if kindness is allowed, ‎but feeling is too dangerous?<figure id="figure-ghx1j64ifkmk5xm5gw"><img id="ghx1j64ifkmk5xm5gw" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/26esmfgb9DPhTGeP05gnHe4NMq6DtnK83yS6ippNjEEQxbZlUyLZbfrrKPia0fYn.jpg" alt="Two hearts. One fear. Is this love? @yemipoet" title="Two hearts. One fear. Is this love? @yemipoet" class="object-cover bg-gray-100" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Love " data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/26esmfgb9DPhTGeP05gnHe4NMq6DtnK83yS6ippNjEEQxbZlUyLZbfrrKPia0fYn.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Love</figcaption></figure> ‎And why do I pretend not to see ‎the softness in his eyes, ‎because admitting it ‎might break the little friendship ‎we are both terrified to lose? ‎ ‎If this isn’t love, ‎then what do you call two people ‎who care in secret, ‎hurt in silence, ‎and pull back just when everything ‎almost becomes real? ‎ ‎What do you call two hearts ‎that move around each other ‎like eclipses ‎close enough to turn the world dark, ‎yet never brave enough to touch? ‎ ‎What do you call two hearts ‎that beat toward each other ‎but step away at the same time, ‎because the truth might cost ‎the one thing holding them together? ‎ ‎If this isn’t love, ‎then why does it feel ‎like we are always one breath away ‎from saying everything ‎and one fear away ‎from saying nothing at all? ‎ ‎_Halima Abu &nbsp; &nbsp;

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<blockquote>Theme: Poetic Letter to Self – My Creative Journey of 2025</blockquote>The Yemipoet December Poetry Contest closed the year on a reflective note, inviting poets to look inward and write honest poetic letters to themselves. Through this theme, poets reflected on their creative journeys in 2025, highlighting their growth, struggles, wins, losses, gratitude, and hopes for the future.The theme, Poetic Letter to Self: My Creative Journey of 2025, encouraged sincerity, vulnerability, self-awareness, and emotional depth. Participants were required to express their stories within a 120 to 150-word limit.The contest was officially announced on December 1st, 2025, and submissions closed on December 10th, 2025. By the end of the submission period, a total of 299 entries were received from poets across different backgrounds, making it one of the most participated in contests of the year.<h3>Submission Process </h3>All entries were submitted through the official website, www.yemipoetproduction.comAn optional submission requirement allowed poets to convert their entries into carousel posts, share them on Instagram, and collaborate with @yacsofoundation after completing their initial submission through the website.Evaluation and Winners Selection&nbsp; Entries were carefully reviewed based on authenticity and emotional depth. Thirty outstanding entries were shortlisted as the Top 30 winners. From these, five poets emerged as the Top 5 winners. <blockquote>Top 5 Winners Spotlight</blockquote>Faith OkaforIkechukwu SelinaHoosen ChristianahKolajo ZainabAlimat Abu<figure id="figure-j55r4ktjbnmk5wzov9"><img id="j55r4ktjbnmk5wzov9" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36jy99URNWBXkMhqjgHCSHm85Be001t3POOQgigCqHcTdEmRbrtoIgsd4zh2TlOA.jpg" alt="We present our winners" title="We present our winners" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 " style="aspect-ratio: 1/1; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="1:1" data-caption="December Contest Winners" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36jy99URNWBXkMhqjgHCSHm85Be001t3POOQgigCqHcTdEmRbrtoIgsd4zh2TlOA.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 1/1; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">December Contest Winners</figcaption></figure><blockquote><h3>What was originally planned as a Top 4 expanded to a Top 5, following the generous support of an anonymous donor who added an extra ₦25,000 to the initial award announced.&nbsp;</h3></blockquote>Winners AwardA total cash prize of ₦125,000 was shared equally among the Top 5 winners.AppreciationWe sincerely appreciate every poet who participated, every reader who engaged, every volunteer and judge who evaluated the entries, and every supporter who made the Yemipoet December Poetry Contest a success. Your words mattered.&nbsp;Special thanks to the YACSO Foundation for the continued support and partnership.<blockquote>See you in the next edition</blockquote>..............Compiled by&nbsp; Adetule O. Adetutu&nbsp;

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