My Mom

TO MY MOM DADA ZOUWAIRATOU M YAUKI THE TRUEST HAUSA-FULANI The iron core of the whole family She stands with the long rooster First crow which tears up, praying, and Goes on laboring till the owl grave hoots Herald the veiling darkness and darkness Is life, and might. But also death and weakness. The hoots made me feel so small when A child, and think of mother to soothe me, For I had fears, and my people's fears were Forced upon me too. Sorcerers! Magic! Backwardness! Moronity! Death! The twain Angels Of life after Death! Dream of stars, my eyes fully open To start Away from my tiny world full of fairy tales With the spider as the hero as running From the ghosts Oh, Allah! Lost before standing on my feet! I like my mom and she likes me too. She prays Allah to grant me success And I ask Him to forgive her, for She’s always been my surest support Of course she hadn’t been to school But was a school herself. Proud Greedy reader, my friend, be sure that She’s as divine as your MOST perfect mother.