Let’s have a World of ordinary people Where we don’t judge by the skin color Where we don’t decide by a certain race. People Who knows; Together we can make the World a better place And then, Only then; we’ll be able to do extraordinary things together! So hold my hands; Black or white; Young … Continue reading Ordinary People Extraordinary World
The New Leaf of Salvation The world is ours Let us not wait for hours and hours To make the seed of love grow We need to manure love and let its light glow To north and south, east and west White and black must never rest Till this love grows to fruition and maturity … Continue reading The New Leaf of Salvation
No love is bigger than our fraternity Though not of same parents We exhibit rare cordial familiarity So pure and dearth of contempts No love is bigger than our fraternity We cherish one another as physical God Varied personality never break our unity Neither do nationality or colour plant discord No love is bigger than … Continue reading No Love Is Bigger Than Our Fraternity
When our mothers pray, They’d say: DEAR LORD! Let my child be ten times better than his peers. The mothers of the peers too, Shall say in their secret chambers: LORD, Let it be my child(ren), who would supersede in everything. Our mothers and the other mothers, still in their secret huts, shall sincerely conclude: … Continue reading Greed Of A Nation
Follow me inside Safarawu Even though I know little of the north. Let us shut out the many eyes scrutiny Let us shut them out again tonight Those lights that search our bodies For the lines between you and me Determined to light up our differences. From inside the secret of our bedroom The flickering … Continue reading The Candlelight
This is the picture You gave me When I was passing through your village Near Daura You sneaked out of your father’s high walls To meet the southerner You said you would like to see the south But your father… but your custom. And you left me this photograph To remember you with. I was … Continue reading Daura Girl
Life, in our nation, is a world of wonders With people of different manners You find the good, the bad and even the ugly You marvel at weird things you daily see Some so heartbreaking you can’t but cry Few can be endured, but even then you sigh You weep and pray the Lord … Continue reading The Wonders of Life
The Gospels of War, written in the mode of a first-person narrative, is an allegorical short story that illustrates, using respected symbols of two of Nigeria’s main religions, the untold damage that bigotry and sectarianism and hardline religious devotion can do and actually do to the unity of the country’s diverse people, or of … Continue reading The Gospels Of War
In the quietude of our solitude Lies solace in numbers Our multitude Our family The seed whose roots reach Beneath the seas Like an eternal mahogany tree The five digits of a hand Knowing neither friend nor foe Peace comes when flurried breeze In a storm Poking our love Meets … Continue reading The Pipers Monument
Let us speak no more of wars; Turn your left cheek when struck and booed… Cleanse each other’s sores like a brother would. Strife bears no rose… carnage wears no garland; Of what use is “these” and “those” when Red flows through all veins? Let’s make peace an eternal standard and happiness’d have no stain. … Continue reading Let Us Speak
Hark! Is that the gangan I hear? Or an another worldly sound in my ear? Indeed it is the gangan I hear. Oh! Joy, joy, joy to my ear. I want to break into dance, Kneel and sieve sand through my fingers. Feel the pulse of the land, Swell and thump In time with … Continue reading Dance Of Unity
You said: “How time flies”; I said: “Just the mind”. E’en if time sloughed off its old skin, all the time, We’ll together take that same old turn: Walking the long route home with no dime, E’en as the sun did fiercly burn. And our throats parched for want of Tasty Tyme. Just the mind. … Continue reading We Are One
Chill winds raise my soul to the mount of thoughts, the place where I must muddy yesterday’s rock of the pains we prayed tomorrow pass again! There are hearts carved to be men, and hearts to friends. Definition of man made old Caesar disdain the prophecy of the fore-warnings of March, but in death, true … Continue reading Ode To Friendship.
Truce is but a timed peace given to our weary souls… Tottering guns, booming mines away-away with all of them. When we tire to re-fire into truce we oft retire. When friction, its poisons work our bones shrink, our minds fail though this be no age’s handiwork… When victory’s but an illusion bought at so … Continue reading A Raging Calm