Yesterday I had the privilege of being a judge at the annual Singapore youth storytelling competition at the Woodlands Regional Library on Singapore Island. My fellow judges were Rosemarie Somaiah, a talented teller and teacher and friend from my earlier visit to S’pore, and Sid Barkat, a teller and director at her own Acropolis English Centre, a contest organizer.
It was a pleasure to see the children excited to be and anxious about sharing their stories. The theme for the storytelling contest was “Our Earth: Our Gift, Our Responsibility.” The younger children (Div 1 = 6-7 yrs., Div 2 = 8-9 yrs.) were cute and lively in their presentations. Most of the tellers started out very formally, as they might at a formal graduation ceremony or other serious presentation: “Dear Sponsors, Esteemed Judges, and fellow tellers and pupils, my name is La Tee Dah, from Wonderland Academy. Please be so kind as to listen as I share this story of ‘The Evil Polluter!’…” Something like that. It was so cute to see the little 6 year olds speak so formally.

The second place winner in Division 1!
One little girl spoke and moved like a programmed doll. One boy presented Shel Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree” wearing a tree costume and giving it from the tree’s perspective. He used a 2-sided hand puppet to represent the boy who grew into a man. One of the Div 2 winners told a personal story of shooting game with his family in India, in particular “the large Asiatic lion”. When they spotted a lion, his father aimed and took the shot! He had a beautiful trophy – a photo of the majestic lion. “For dear listeners, you should take only photos, NOT a life!” He then showed the picture his father had taken that day.

The young "hunter" with his coach (right) and a lovely representative from one of our sponsors, Pearson Publishers (left).
The first boy in the 3rd Div. (10-11 yrs.) started into his story and accidentally hit the microphone with his hand during a gesture. Under his breath, but clearly in the microphone he exclaimed, “Ah, s#*t!” A chill went through the air! He continued his story as if it had not happened, but with a lot less confidence and enthusiasm. Needless to say he was a “runner up”!
The 3rd Div. Kids were very moralistic with their stories; hammering home their messages with great intensity. One girl started out very well, but her story was only about 3 minutes and her impassioned, over-anxious plea for everyone to be more Earth conscious and how they could accomplish that lasted 5 minutes. Though articulate she was not placed, because she seemed to forget the purpose of the contest.
It was a neat experience for me. I found that the other 2 judges from S’pore, felt much the same way about the tellers as I did. It was very reassuring to know that, even in this culture so far from what I was accustomed to, this art form of storytelling was not so very different in its form and presentation than the stories I hear at home.
However, there is a debate about the value or merits of storytelling competitions! Some will say that it benefits the art by establishing standards and criteria for what makes a good story. Others will say that the “competitive nature” of such an event deters from the natural communicative character of the storyteller and unfavorably compares “apples to oranges”. What do you think?