A Call
Attending school was never an option when the empty drum echoes the song of yearning grains, trekking the lanes with bathroom slippers that awaits a welcoming party in the municipal waste truck while idanuwa na zubar da kwalla.
Bafflement grips me when some sit in their Sunday best with glossy heels kicking a storm for not getting steak when tuwo miyan kuka is served.
Wai mai duniyar nan ke zama ne? The rich are becoming richer and the poor, poorer. Wai fa we can no longer spare a Kobo for the sick and weak when aljuhun mu na zuba. Ni ban ce kudi bata yi ba, wealth is everyone's dream amma sparing little for the needy too is good.
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