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Tom, the Ninja Crab

by Cheyanne Darroux, 11, Golden Grove Primary

It was a clear, still night and the moon shone so brightly through the waters that Tom, the crab couldn’t sleep.

Suddenly he saw a beautiful sight. A bright red light moved along the shore and threw down into the water, a long flame. Being a curious crab, Tom swam towards the shore and met the light as it stopped over a rock. There underneath the light lay six great salmon looking at the flame with their great, googly eyes, waggling their tails as if they were pleased with it.

Tom climbed on the rock to look at this wonderful light. He heard a voice say ‘Forget the rules. We have to sell the salmon to make a living’.

Another voice said ‘If we do that the Animal Safety Control will arrest us. We are breaking the law. We can only hunt two animals per week or else spend 52 years in prison.’

‘I am willing to risk it. The money is worth it.’

Tom saw two men scoop up the salmon, put them in a cooler and roar away in their boat.

Tom jumped off the rock and followed the boat to see what they would do with the salmon.

The men stopped the boat and ran up on the sand to a shack.

Tom jumped out of the water, clacking his claws ‘I am Tom the Ninja crab. Let the salmon go. Hi-eee —’

Instead they caught him mid-air and put him in the cooler with the salmon.

‘Don’t worry’, Tom said to the whimpering salmon. ‘I will save you. We will not stay in this cooler forever. Wait for me. I am coming back’.

Using his claws, Tom punched a hole in the cooler and jumped over the edge of the boat into the water. He surfaced and saw the men talking on a cell phone. A taxi pulled up. They jumped in, with the cooler still talking on a cell phone’

Tom was tired, but then he felt a tap on the back of his shell and before he knew it he was flying in the air, held tightly in the beak of a frigate bird.

‘My name is Freddy and you saved me once from being cooked by a group of boys. I can still remember one of them crying in pain from you pinching his nose. Hold on.’

‘Follow that taxi, Freddy!’ cried Tom.

Freddy followed the taxi until it stopped at the St. John’s market. He landed just outside the Market Street entrance and gently lowered Tom onto the ground. Then he rose into the air and flew off into the night.

‘Thank you, Freddy!’ cried Tom.

The two men jumped out of the taxi with the cooler. They placed it on a table and started to shout ‘Come buy your salmon. Fresh from the sea!’

Tom leapt on the table and the people screamed and started running. One lady pushed over the cooler and the salmon fell into a bucket of water, that was luckily near the table.

‘Halt in the name of the law!’

A woman and a man in Animal Safety Patrol uniform grabbed the men and handcuffed them. They put the salmon back into the cooler.

‘You get these little guys back into the water,’ said the man. ‘and I will take these men to the station.’

Tom followed the woman across the street, through the fish stalls and heard the splash.

Satisfied he jumped and as he swam away, he began to sing.

I am Tom, the ninja Crab
Don’t mess with me
Don’t trouble my friends
Or I’ll deal with you
You don’t know when

‘HI-EEE-YAH!’

ABOUT the story: “My story is about a crab who fights on behalf of the creatures with his karate and his wit. My story is inspired by my father, who is a fisherman and who takes me, my brother, and sister out on the sea.” This work of fiction is winner of the 7-12 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge. It also tied for the main prize – the first tie in the history of Wadadli Pen – making Cheyanne the first 12 and younger winner to claim the main prize.

ABOUT the author: Cheyanne sails, plays pan, and reads and writes stories. Her literary skills have been honed as a member of Quality Generation, the children’s auxiliary of the Vibrant Faith Ministries.

ABOUT prizes won:

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

Age Category Prizes – Patrons:

Winner – 7 to 12 –
EC$250 – Photogenesis; books (3) – Cindy’s Bookstore 

Main Prize Winner (tied) –
EC$500 – anonymous; free eye exam – Paradise Vision Center; US$250 worth of books sponsored by – Sean Lyons; custom-made journal – Jane Seagull; name emblazoned on The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize Alstyne Allen Memorial Challenge plaque – sponsored by The Best of Books

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

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The John Bull Effect

by Judah Christian, 13, Antigua Grammar School

Every day at break, Miles and Tony would steal Tyler’s lunch money, and give him a ‘wedgie’ whenever he approached the urinal. His ritual was to go through classes ignoring the bullies, while in Science class visualizing his enhanced super costume. The more he thought about it, the more his plans were coming together. He drew a sketch of a suit made of banana leaves and ‘crocus’ bag, with a mask made from a cattle’s skull with a blue, red, yellow and black design. The clap whip would be hidden away in the hand of the suit, similar to what Peter Parker, Spiderman, had. All this he securely guarded in his private blue and red journal.

“Yes! That’s how I’m going to spend my summer!” Tyler exclaimed, forgetting he was in Mr Frederick’s class.

“Tyler! No, that is not an element on the periodic table!” berated Mr Frederick, the Science teacher. “As  a matter of fact, I think you need to let your classmates know HOW you’re going to spend your summer!” continued the teacher.

The class erupted with laughter.

This reminded Tyler of the first time he had to repeat his ‘golden text’ in front of the congregation at St. Morbid’s Cathedral. Sigh. As he staggered to the front of the lab, he faced his classmates and froze. For the next three hundred seconds, not a tick of the clock passed by without him hearing it. Every second. Tick. Tock. No one can know about his plans for the summer. No one. Suddenly, a prefect rushed into the class, and told Mr Frederick that he was needed urgently at the office. At the same time came the familiar ‘brrrrringgg’ to signify the end of the class.

The agitated teacher said, “Class dismissed! Tyler, you better make sure you have that summer plan ready for our next session!”

“Okay, sir!” Tyler responded, breathing a sigh of relief.

Later that evening, Tyler began to put more plans in place to include getting his neighbour, Mr John Bailey, a mass builder, to help him with his suit. He would approach his grandfather, about helping out at the farm, so that he could master the art of donkey-back riding. Once in place, Tyler was focused on his revenge on Miles and Tony.

That summer, while most teenaged boys were involved in Fifa, girls, camps, or carnival preparations, Tyler was busy making his suit and preparing to deliver the John Bull Effect. By the end of summer, he was ready. He kept Mr Bailey’s mantra in his head, “Na mek nobady tek advantage ah you!”. For sure, Miles and Tony had it coming.

On the first day of school after the summer break, Tyler was just waiting for the perfect moment to catch the bullies. He could not wait for the dismissal. When the last bell rang, he ran all the way home, changed quickly into his suit, got the donkey, and melted into his private ecological dwelling. As soon as Miles and Tony passed, he sent spiraling shivers down both their spines with the clap whip. As they tried to run away, he quickly caught up with them on the donkey and showered their backs with even more lashes from the clap whip. He stopped when he realized that he could easily kill or brutally injure the two boys. So, he snapped a quick photo of them on his Samsung Galaxy S9+. Turning his donkey, in the opposite direction, he hurriedly rode away, leaving both Miles and Tony sobbing and nursing welts from their lashes.

The bullies’ reign of terror came to an abrupt end, because Tyler had posted their photo as a meme on Instagram, “The John Bull Effect”.

ABOUT the story: How a boy used his Caribbean folklore and 21st century technology to fight against bullying. (It) was inspired by Judah’s drive to see wrongdoers brought to justice. Interwoven in this short story are elements of his love for Spiderman, justice specifically anti-bullying, Antiguan history and culture, and social media. His hope is that his story would appeal to readers all ages. This work of fiction is honourable mention in the 13-17 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

ABOUT the author: Judah is passionate about sports, especially football, nature, cars, and technology. Additionally, Judah is an active participant of the Vibrant Faith Ministries’ youth group, where he is trained to be a well-rounded citizen. He lives with his parents and sister in Golden Grove New Extension. Judah is a returning Wadadli Pen finalist – he was a promising writer in 2015 and  second placed in the 12 and younger age category in 2016.

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

EC$100 – Lawrence Jardine (founder and technical director of the Antigua and Barbuda Youth Enlightenment Academy); Signed copy of Musical Youth 2nd edition (paperback) by Joanne C. Hillhouse

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

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The Fabled Truth

by Aria-Rose Browne, 14, St. Anthony’s Secondary School

You hear stories of Duppies, River Mumma and Lajabless. Stories told throughout Caribbean islands for generations. Luckily for you, that’s all they are, tales to frighten family and friends. Lore to taunt and jeer. Myths to outgrow and not believe in. Not for me, for now, the year is 3045 and those ‘Legends’ that you used to mock are my living hell. They pivot every island into anguish and despair, engulfing them in darkness leaving nothing behind – and my home is next…

I fled from the great anarchy that troubled my village. The screams of tortured souls echoed throughout. Everywhere one turned, the creatures of the dark, the monsters of your stories would be stalking, ready to feast. The blood curdling screams of their victims swallowed whole, even after the demons had left, continued a cacophony in our heads. The survivors argued in Patois, paranoid and on edge from the tragic events that had taken place. Children clung to mothers, tears streaming down their faces whilst their mothers struggled to remain strong in moments of peril.

I survey the scene and as survivors try hard to pry their eyes from the wreckage, they huddle together in circles of rice. Suddenly, the Witch Doctor’s voice boomed, steering everyone’s focus to her. Before this day the Witch Doctor was shunned, nobody wanting to form fool with obeah, but that seemed long forgotten as the villagers searched for answers. The Witch Doctor’s voice bellowed, “Pour ova rice, turn ova’ yuh shirt and kneel before God. Demons are amongst us,” she pauses and looks upwards, basking in the last golden rays of the sun before it being over cast by a red haze. She jumps frantically, “Beware, the Soucouyant masquerades in deception!” The Witch Doctor ran and disappeared into the forest, chanting. Everyone paused not knowing what to say, her nonsensical words lingering in the wind, only heightening our fears.

I decide to break the silence, “Everyone, we need to move.  I know you’re all scared but I know how to outsmart these demons. Follow me. I know where safety resides.”
“Why should we follow you?” chimed a man.

“Because the same thing happened to my old home. I have already seen the golden sun go red, the white sands turn black and red haze swallowing everything. You should follow me as I am the only one who made it out alive.”

The man fell quiet and with no further objections, I led them to the forest.

As we venture further into the dark, we decide to take a rest since we were exhausted. We settle in a clearing and as we set up camp, we hear one of the villagers proclaim the sight of a river. Before I can get one word in, the rest of the town’s people follow him like a herd of sheep. I run to them, I can hear its calls in the wind, River Mumma is near.

“Quick, everyone, close your eyes!” Most heeded my warning, whilst some stayed stubborn as a mule.

An eerie silence drifted in the darkness, followed by desperate pleas for help, “No, no…,” their voices rich with fear until the river drowns them out. By the time our eyes become readjusted to the light, the river is uneasingly still, stealing some of our friends with it.
The next few days were the same, monsters preyed on us, waiting hungrily for their time. It was Lajabless luring men with her beauty and Rounce playing a game of cat and mouse, toying with his victims. He loved giving us nightmares, filling every night with dread. His antics made us…. more paranoid, to say the least. I warned them all of Lajabless’s seduction, to not let their lustful desires cloud their common sense. As to whom carried deaf ears, Lajabless left them deaf, blind and six feet under. At the dawn of the next day, Rounce tailed us. I told them to fight Rounce with sticks and only count aloud to one and no higher.

Well, the dammed souls were curious.

If the count was greater than one, then that was the number of Rounce that came to fight. There is only so much a stick can do against multiple Rounce and with that, we lost a few more people.

As only four of us remain, spirits are low as we continue through the forest. We cut through the thickets of the forest, and see a familiar face.

The Witch Doctor was making a fire. We joined her. “I’m assuming from your lack of numbers you have encountered the Soucouyant.”

“What’s that?” inquired one of the village folks.

She replied, “You didn’t tell them? The Soucouyant is a demon who sheds its human flesh, turns to a ball of fire and feasts on its vicitm’s bloo-.”

“Why scare them with that nonsense!” I shout.

“It’s not nonsense for the Soucouyant hides amongst us, but luckily ‘e ‘fraid salt and love fi count rice.” She continued, “Would you like some rice?” She throws a few grains of rice on the ground.

“I’m good. Rice is not for me,” I say, not prying my eyes off the rice. I snap out of it and murmur, “I think it’s best we head to bed.”

She looks at me as if wanting to say something but thinks better of it. Then we all lie down and drift into darkness.

The red sun beams on me as I change back into my skin and wipe blood away from my mouth. “The Witch Doctor almost had me, luckily nobody too quick fi believe a hag throwing rice. She was by far the tastiest.” I walk around my blood drained victims and smile to myself, “I never lied, I did see the sun go red and the sands turn black. Y’all shoulda listen to the Witch when she told you I was here.”

With that I was on my way to the next village to continue our game, “Ah mi name Soucouyant.”

ABOUT the story: The Fabled Truth was inspired by “Caribbean folklore and my interest in mythology.” This work of fiction is third placed in the 13-17 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

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ABOUT the author: Her passion is writing, and she also enjoys music and theatre arts.

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

EC$150 – Lawrence Jardine (founder and technical director of the Antigua and Barbuda Youth Enlightenment Academy); Bath and Body gift package – Juneth Webson (businesswoman and writer – Milo’s First Winter); signed copy of Musical Youth (hard cover edition) by Joanne C. Hillhouse

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

Please respect the author’s copyright. If you share, excerpt, credit, and link back; do not republish without permission nor without crediting.

 

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The Beast of Barbados

by William Henderson, 17, St. Anthony’s Secondary School

THE NIGHT was preternaturally quiet. Not a breath of wind sighed among the trees. Not a creature stirred, and the silence was consuming. It seemed as if all sound had been stolen from the world. There I sat at my bedroom window in the pitch dark – lest the beast find me in the light – watching and waiting for a sign.

It was when the clock struck midnight – the witching hour – that all sound came flooding back to the world, like a river bursting though a dam. Thunder rolled, trees swayed in the gales that came from nowhere, bats screeched, dogs howled eerily, and everything came back to life. The silence was the deep breath before the plunge; the return of sound was the point of no return, when the beast was coming and the only thing to do now was defend yourself. And it always happened at midnight.

This unnamed abomination of nature had been hunting me here on the island of Barbados ever since I was little, and only my grandmother and I were capable of seeing it; which made it even more dangerous.

Family legend claims that centuries ago, an ancestor of my father stole treasure from a pirate who docked in Barbados to wait out a storm. The beast was born from a pirate’s desire for revenge, to ensure that no one ever enjoyed the stolen riches. This beast has reckoned with my family ever since and has been attributed as the cause of the tragic ends met by the members of my lineage.

It had almost killed me multiple times, and my life had only been spared by some grace of God.  In those days I had been nothing more than a little child, and I was scared to death of the creature; I was impotent and weak.

The last time I had seen the beast was eight years ago, when I was only ten years old. That was also the last time it had failed to kill me, and the time I had actually managed to harm it. It had kept its distance since then, afraid of the fighter that was growing inside me. But little did it know that while it bode its time, I only grew stronger and more fearless. I did not forgive it, and I most certainly did not forget it. Now, eight years later, it returned for one final showdown. But there were two differences this time around; I wasn’t a little kid anymore, and the beast was no longer the only one out for blood.

I peered outside. It was stormy, but there wasn’t any sign of the beast yet. But I knew it was coming. I looked down at the long dagger I held in my hand; the hilt was comfortable and wrapped in leather, the blade was everlastingly sharp and still stained from when I had sliced the hide of the beast eight years ago.

My grandmother had given it to me as she lay on her deathbed. She told me that it had hunted her too. But she had escaped and kept it at bay by showing no fear.

As a young boy facing an ancient horror, that was no easy task. But when I at last wounded the beast after I managed to find the courage to seek it out on one cold, stormy night in the woods behind my house, a warrior awoke inside me, and the beast could feel it; and it was frightened by it. It was so frightened, in fact, that it had stayed away for eight years, either hoping that I would grow weak and forget about it, or hoping that it would grow strong enough to kill me without resistance.

As I looked out the window into the dark night, I had a sudden feeling that the beast wouldn’t come to me. It wanted me to go to it. Perhaps it figured that if it were going to die, it would do it on its own terms.

I soon found myself walking through the thick, high woods behind my house, the dagger in my hand reflecting the moonlight. I could almost sense the beast’s discomfort; the hunter had become the hunted. But I did not let my guard down no matter what. I hadn’t come this far and fought so hard to be brought down by some cunning trick.

I stopped at last in a large glade where the light of the moon and the stars poured down in silver beams. The dark forest surrounded me like an impenetrable wall of night. I didn’t need to go any further. The beast was near.

“Show yourself!” I commanded. “It’s time to end this.”

From the perpetual blackness before me, the beast emerged in all its grotesque, feline glory; eyes as black as bottomless pits, rows of jagged teeth stained with the blood of the innocent, a tiger-like body rippling with lean muscle, long, untamed claws and silky black fur, and a hide which still bore the scar of when my dagger made its mark eight years ago.

The beast looked at me – perhaps it was wondering why I had come to kill it in my pajamas – but then its eyes wandered down to the dagger in my hand, and I could almost smell its fear. With a surge of confidence, I brandished my bloodstained weapon menacingly and charged forward with a fearsome battle roar.

The battle ended swiftly. Once I was no longer afraid, there was only so much that it could do to me. I didn’t leave the battle unscathed; I would forever bear the scars of that battle. But I gained the upper hand, and after a great struggle, I pierced the beast’s heart. The fire in its eyes died, and at last, the beast, which had hunted my forbearers and me for so long, was no more.

ABOUT the story: “I visited Barbados (last summer), and this story is inspired by that visit…Just being in this wonderful island made me feel inspired and creative and led me to write this story.”  This work of fiction is second placed in the 13-17 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

ABOUT the author:

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

EC$200 – Lawrence Jardine (founder and technical director of the Antigua and Barbuda Youth Enlightenment Academy); signed copy of Musical Youth (hard cover edition) by Joanne C. Hillhouse

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

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Two Worlds Collide

by D’Chaiya Emmanuel, 15, Antigua Girls High School

ROAR; Roar, that beckoning roar in the distance.
Howl; Howl, it’s coming closer in persistence.
What is it?
I have no idea.
Is it dangerous?
It’s that wretched noise I fear.
I have lived in Waladli for many years.
I know the dance of the coconut trees;
The cry of the quarrelling wind and leaves.
Even the soft click of a twig, snapping under an animal’s feet.
That sound, however, I’ve never heard nor seen.
The gods are punishing us!
Calm down.
I knew I shouldn’t have taken more than ten maize.
You’re just in a daze.
The end is upon us!
Everyone needs to hush.
Hush my people, do not fret, do not cry.
That is no sound made from nature’s spite.
That is no sound from the raft of our ancestors.
Maybe the Tainos are planning an attack?
That’s unlikely since the last war left them on their backs.
LOOK!!
The sea has risen.
What is that? What is that floating prism?
Oh the curiosity is more than I can bear.
Achak don’t you dare!
BIRDS! Birds! There can’t be birds without land.
Sand? Sand! tis sand!
We is about to reach our fortune.
We should be glad.
A whistle! That’s a whistle!
They have spotted the land.
Hey, up here! Give me a hand.
Well boys, wees made it to the promised Neverland.
If only my mother could see now.
I will find gold and spices, she would be so proud.
Halt! I can see strange figures standing on the shore.
What are they?
They could be inhabitants or new species? I’m not quite sure.
If they are inhabitants, then we’ll force them to give us gold.
If they are species, we’ll round some up and take them back home.
We are blessed with this world from God.
Thank our father, King of kings and Lord of lords.
Ha-ha!
Crunch, Crunch; polished boots meet Waladli’s sand.
Crunch, Crunch; it is greeted by a barefooted man.
Skin as pale as the sand on our beaches.
Skin looks as dirty as spoiled peaches.
Two men who both bleed and breathe.
One was raised on concrete, one within the trees.
That shiny armor could blind an eye.
The nudity is no holy sight.
Long straight hair, as golden as the sun.
Coarse black hair, similar to my hound’s.
Who is lesser, who is greater?
Were they made by the same creator?
Such God forsaken creatures.
They have come to lead us.
Life and death does not discriminate.
The only real difference, is that their worlds were separate.
We can use them to provide us with gold and labor.
Gift them with your most valuables for they are our saviors.

Two worlds collided and history changed.
The life of all Europeans and Kalinagos would never be the same.

ABOUT the story: “This piece was inspired by a history class in second form. During the lesson, my history teacher sparked my curiosity when she asked, ‘How did the Kalinagos and European feel about their first ever meeting?’ From since then, I have always had this deep desire to find out more about the people who once inhabited this land. The story depicts various indigenous personalities and how they responded to their first encounter with the Europeans who invaded their land. It also vividly shows how the Europeans felt about the original inhabitors of the land once called Waladli.” This work of fiction is winner of the 13-17 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

ABOUT the author: “I take a liking to anything related to the arts, such as music, acting, story telling and painting. Unfortunately, I thought I wanted to be in the medical field so my core subjects are the pure sciences. My hobbies and extra curricular activities make my love for the arts and poetry evident. I am a part of the AGHS Honey Bee Theatre and I have participated in many of their plays. My most memorable role was when I played the character Ti-Jean in Derek Walcott’s Ti-Jean and his brothers, directed by Ms Zahra Airall. I am also a member of the Lyrical Hive Poetry Club and a former member of our school’s debate club. Though I am not certain about my career path, I know for sure that it will be something related to the arts.”

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

EC$200 – D. Gisele Isaac (writer – Considering Venus, Wadadli Pen co-founder); EC$50 – Lawrence Jardine (founder and technical director of the Antigua and Barbuda Youth Enlightenment Academy); free eye exam – Paradise Vision Center; Bath and Body gift packages (2) – Juneth Webson (businesswoman and writer – Milo’s First Winter); external hard drive – Cushion Club (reading club for children in Antigua and Barbuda)

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

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A New World

by Sienna Harney-Barnes, 10, St. Nicholas Primary

The three friends sat quietly around the dinner table in disbelief about what had just happened. All the food they had prepared, the saltfish, duccana, pepper pot and johnny cakes went crashing to the floor. The food was too heavy for the table and it collapsed. As they were cleaning up the mess, John came across a concealed trapdoor. It was below the table the whole time.  When John saw it, he called Peter and Juan. They were very surprised to see it. They opened the door carefully and got all the essential supplies to go down the stairs. John and Peter were very excited, but Juan was very hesitant, however, they still went down. After about an hour, they found another hidden door, so they opened it. It looked like a never-ending hole so John being the bravest jumped in, then Peter being a copycat, did the same. Juan had no desire to do it at all, but he looked around and saw a horse-spider, so he went for it.

It turns out they were wrong, it was not a never-ending hole, but it wasn’t the same earth. You could tell,  because as they walked, no litter was seen, beautiful landscaping was all around and every house had solar panels.  There were fields of wind turbines, a lot of electric vehicles and pastures of green grass with all types of animals living together. People were walking, laughing, playing dominoes and just breathing air that seemed a lot cleaner. Everyone appeared to be making a conscious effort to do good for the environment. It was an earth free of climate change and pollution. As they continued walking, there was a little, brightly coloured house with a beautiful pathway lined with hibiscus flowers.  As they approached, they saw a sign that said, “Peter, John and Juan’s house.” It was as if it was reserved for them. They obviously went in and put on the TV to see where they were. It turns out they were 2,000,000 miles away from the earth they called home.

Peter and John wanted to stay in the world free of climate change, but Juan was dead set against that. Juan loved his family and didn’t want to leave them in the old, polluted world.  Therefore, they set out to find a way to return home and bring back all the people and things they loved. They asked some of the residents how to get back. They told them that they had to go to Palm Beach and find the red coral, so that is exactly what they did.  As they walked, they saw palm trees swaying in the wind and right in front of them was the ocean.  When they dove into the cool, crystal-clear Caribbean Sea, they saw something they had never seen before, bright red coral lined a pathway to a sinkhole. That is when they realized to get home, they had to go through it. They all willingly went in and in a matter of seconds they were back in the dining room. It was as if no time had passed. The hard part had just begun though.  They had to explain to their families what they had experienced. Initially, their friends and families did not believe them, but with much encouragement, they had a change of heart. The three friends got their families to trust them and they all ventured back through the trapdoor.

When they arrived in the new world, they thought it was all too good to be true. Their families loved it as much as they did. At the end of the day, the boys had gone on a journey to an unknown place and it turned out to be their new home. They all adopted the lifestyle of that community to live respectfully with the environment on this new earth. If John wasn’t brave, if Peter wasn’t a copycat, if Juan didn’t face his fears and if their families didn’t trust them, they all would have missed this exciting new opportunity -A New World.

ABOUT the story: Climate change is a topic that needs to be discussed; so this story will hopefully inspire people younger and older than me. This work of fiction is honourable mention in the 7-12 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

 

ABOUT the author: “My hobbies are art, cooking, swimming, dancing, and, of course, writing…I was inspired to participate in this year’s competition after running for school president. I was very nervous since it was a very tight race. When I won, I realized that overcoming challenges like this competition and facing fears can be very rewarding.”

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:  

Books (3) – Cindy’s Bookstore ; copy of Antigua My Antigua – Barbara Arrindell; signed copy of The Wonderful World of Yohan by Floree Williams Whyte

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

Please respect the author’s copyright. If you share, excerpt, credit, and link back; do not republish without permission nor without crediting.

 

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A Mermaid

by Zaniah Pigott, 12, Island Academy

The wind whistled as Marie slowly crept across the soft, thick sand of
the Johnson Point beach. The young female walked across the moonlit bay. She
had discretely ventured away from the crowded beach party to this peaceful
beach haven. Her mind crowded with thought as she continued down the pale
sandy shores.

Marie intently listened to the various noises surrounding her. The
faraway bop of the birthday party’s pop music, hermit crabs scuttling across
the sand and the gentle crash of the waves on the rocks. Marie enjoyed the
soothing sounds while immersing in the noises  around her.

Soon she had found a spot of soft, clear sand where the young girl sat
cheerfully. Her fingers brushed across the grainy sand, feeling small, smooth
shells as she passed each section. While the crescent shaped moon floated
tranquilly across the starry sky. Marie looked on in awe!

Finally Marie’s eyes settled on the shimmering sea. The water was navy
blue in colour and glistened in the moon’s light. Miniature waves crashed at
the shore making faint relaxing noises. Tropical fish darted playfully through
the water. Everything truly seemed lost in time!

Suddenly, the magnificent view was disrupted by a large head that
popped out of the refreshing water. Then came a petite torso. The mysterious
figure seemed to be a woman but Marie’s thoughts changed when the
“woman” had completely exited the bright blue water.

The unknown figure had a scaly tale with beautiful violet fins. The small
scales shone in the moonlight and her long fins playfully lapped the salty sea
water. She had faded purple skin and had small violet fins sprouting from her
dainty arms. The woman wore an orange starfish bracelet and had lilac coloured
irises. Her hair was as black as coal and the creature had sap green seaweed
strewn in her wavy wet hair. The mysterious woman shocked Marie.

Slowly an idea dawned on her. The “woman” was a mystical mermaid!

A toothy smile appeared across Marie’s face. She had seen something
miraculous but as soon as the beautiful mermaid had appeared, she disappeared.
Now alone she sat in the moonlight. The wonderful sight
had been lost and the triumphant look on Marie’s face quickly slipped away.

Marie shifted on the sand and made complete focus on the area of the
tremendous discovery. Her eyes shone at the very thought of seeing a
mermaid. There she remained, her head even more clouded with thoughts;
even more reluctant to return to the loud crowded party. Never to tell a soul
about her discovery.

 

ABOUT the story: A girl goes exploring on the beach. She finds a mermaid. “My inspiration for this story was the beautiful waters around Antigua and Barbuda. I decided to set the scene on a Johnson’s Point beach because this is a village that is very dear to my heart. During school holidays my family and I would always spend our days there, camping and frolicking in the seawater and on the sand. Johnson’s Point village and the surrounding beaches are places  that always get my creative juices flowing and that is why I love writing about them. Another inspiration for this story is Greek Mythology. I am completely fascinated with mythological stories, especially ones about mermaids. Which is why I love to write and draw these figures and imagine what they would look like in real life.” This work of fiction is third placed in the 7-12 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

ABOUT the author: “I enjoy visual arts, reading, and writing short stories. My favourite sport is tennis which I play for fun with my friends during the week. I absolutely love animals; especially cats and that is why I try to volunteer at PAAWS when I can.  Last year, I came second in the Grade 6 National Assessment and this year I intend to keep striving towards my personal and academic goals.”

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

Books (3) – Cindy’s Bookstore ; signed copy of Musical Youth 2nd edition (paperback) and With Grace (paperback) by Joanne C. Hillhouse

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

Please respect the author’s copyright. If you share, excerpt, credit, and link back; do not republish without permission nor without crediting.

 

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My Favourite Dish

by Ciara Thomas, 10, Sunnydale School

I’m a little girl,
And I am fat,
I can tell you my favourite food did that,
It’s not because I’m greedy.

Some of it comes from my genes,
Even though I’m a little chubby,
I am still a queen.

KFC is not my favourite food,
Even though I eat it,
Not chicken and chips nor hamburger,
Or pizza and definitely not shawarma.

My favourite foods takes me back
to my roots,
This is no lie, I’m telling the truth.

I had to dig out of the backyard,
And break the coconut which is quite hard,
I take them to mama,
And said, please make me some ducana.

With the chop-up and saltfish,
Cause mama that is my
Favourite dish.

ABOUT the poem: This poem ranked second in the 7-12 age category of the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize 2020 Challenge.

ABOUT prizes won:

Prizes – Patrons:

Books (3) – Cindy’s Bookstore ; copy of  Antigua My Antigua – Barbara Arrindell; US$50 for gift certificate for books – Friends of Antigua Public Library (NY)

Each winner is also set to receive a certificate, a selection of books from The Best of Books Bookstore and cultural items from the Cultural Development Division – Antigua and Barbuda.

For the full breakdown of ‘who won what’, if not linked (yet), use the site’s search feature.

ABOUT Wadadli Pen: The Wadadli Youth Pen Prize launched in 2004 with a writing Challenge that continues 16 years later. It is Wadadli Pen’s pilot project, in keeping with its mandate to nurture and showcase the literary arts in Antigua and Barbuda, encouraging  writers (and visual artists) in Antigua and Barbuda (35 years and younger) to create a piece on any topic, within a Caribbean aesthetic. In 2020, there was also an Imagine a Future climate change challenge. To support the work of Wadadli Pen, contact wadadlipen@gmail.com

Please respect the author’s copyright. If you share, excerpt, credit, and link back; do not republish without permission nor without crediting.

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Adapting

student writing workshop 2workshop 2workshop 3That’s what I think of when I look at these pictures from my Saturday afternoon session at Anguilla Lit Fest alongside Yona Deshommes of Atria. It was a fun session of letting the imagination run wild, really wild, as we nudged the participants, all very creative young people, in to imagining their own stories. It’s a reminder that when creating, or for that matter just being, you allow yourself to feel free to fly or fail or flounder when you don’t feel like your choices, your actions or inactions, your very words are being scrutinized, and found wanting. Drop other elements into the water and judgment is … inevitable. But in that moment around that table, we tried to make them feel free to imagine, because in that space there was no right or wrong, just the next sentence.

As with all content (words, images, other) on wadadlipen.wordpress.com, except otherwise noted, this is written by Joanne C. Hillhouse (author of The Boy from Willow Bend, Dancing Nude in the Moonlight,  Fish Outta Water, Oh Gad!, and Musical Youth). All Rights Reserved. If you enjoyed it, check out my page on Amazon, WordPress, and/or Facebook, and help spread the word about WadadliPen and my books. You can also subscribe to and/or follow the site to keep up with future updates. Thanks. And remember while linking and sharing the links, referencing and excerpting, with credit, are okay, lifting whole content (articles,  images, other) from the site without asking is not cool. And using any creative work without crediting the creator will open you up to legal action. Respect copyright.

See my other blogs related to the Anguilla Lit Fest here, here, and here.

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Urgent Art

I wrote a poem after attending this show. It’s one of those poems that felt urgent, so urgent in fact that I even sent it to the artist  and organizer of the fashion rave/art show (designer Argent); true say though I don’t know if it’s any good and part of me wants to pull it back. But I can’t help feeling that that’s good, that uncomfortable feeling, that dangerous feeling after all is what the show which also featured art pieces by X-Sapphair, Argent’s fashion, and most compellingly Argent’s performance piece and reflection on the challenges of being an artist in a country where art is too often given scant regard by the powers that be. One of the things I remember about that night, that show, was how cocooned I felt in that upper museum gallery in a space that was all about the art, and it was no surprise when someone like Calvin S, a revered designer in his own right, said we need more of this, like every month, just artists getting together and being creative…it was the kind of setting from the fashion on the wall to the sculpture in the middle of the room that made you want more creativity and collaboration, to witness it, to be a part of it; so creating that poem in that space (the upper gallery of the Museum) felt right, organic to the experience itself. Here are some of the images from the show.

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