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Call For Submission: OVH Energy 'So You Think You Can Write 2.0'


OVH Energy, leading downstream oil and gas company, has announced the commencement of its creative writing competition in commemoration of the World Creativity and Innovation week which took place from April 15-21, 2018. This competition is the 2nd edition of the company’s Prodigy series titled “So You Think You Can Write”. 

The Prodigy Series is an intellectually stimulating creative writing competition designed to support and encourage the art of creative writing in Nigeria, whilst proffering pragmatic solutions to business issues. This initiative was conceived in line with the United Nations 2030 sustainable development agenda and is open to Nigerians between the ages of 20-35 years. 

OVH Energy CEO, Huub Stokman, commenting on the prodigy series initiative said: 
‘OVH Energy conceived this idea to encourage Nigerian youths to effectively free up and deploy their creative energies as thought catalysts in suggesting practical yet differentiated business solutions to prevailing business problems. This year’s theme focuses on how leading corporates can positively influence their environment through socially responsible business processes or actions in the 21stcentury. Contestants are to suggest innovative social initiatives that can be created and adopted by corporate organizations to encourage and promote impactful social change in Nigeria. We look forward to getting interesting entries this season”.
To be eligible for this competition, entrants must be Nigerian citizens, residing in the country. They must also be aged 20 - 35 years and have verifiable proof of evidence attached to the submission. Submission deadline is June 3, 2018. Interested participants should visit www.ovhenergy.com/prodigy to submit their entries.
Below is a list of participation modalities and competition terms and conditions:
  1. One entry of not more than 1000 words per participant is allowed (jointly authored papers are not eligible).
  2. Entries must be original thoughts of writer (plagiarized articles will be disqualified).
  3. Entries must be titled and should include author’s full name.
  4. Entries must be submitted in .pdf format with Times New Roman (font size 14) and single line.
  5. Late entries will not be accepted.
OVH Energy also has the right to edit the winning submission prior to publication.

At the end of this competition, the individual who emerges winner will receive a grand cash prize of #500,000, an award of honor, opportunity to have a press conference held in his honor, have his article published in top national dailies and enjoy a meet/greet with OVH Energy CEO. 

For more information and enquires, kindly visit www.ovhenergy.com

About OVH Energy

OVH Energy is Nigeria’s leading indigenous oil marketing retailer, formerly known as Oando Marketing Limited (with distribution capacity of over 2 billion litres of fuels representing 13% of national annual consumption). OVH Energy is proud to continue offering its customers sustainable high quality products and services including supply reliability, technical expertise and unmatched customer services nationwide and across the West-African sub-region. 

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