Best Amina Poems

In the thickets of the forests and grooves
On the paths through the deserts and the wild
Walked in the robe of nobility
The one who defied the...

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I do not know what I'll find
if I pull off your hijab
Perhaps a cobra lurks to bite
Whose venom will kill wit

I've bared my heart into...

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You blend the colours
Mix then match
Converting our sorrows
Painting the plain 
Mending fabrics 
Of fragile minds
Soothing them with tender stitches
To befit the grieving souls
We sang you...

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Ameituliza nafsi yangu
Mkuu wa yote duniani
Iwapo nitapoteza njia
Najua penzi lake 'tanipata
Anivite kwake, aniite wake...

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Silent Lies and Deception


In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue

The KGB...

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[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

The...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting...

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I was asleep
And in my dreams were visions
Visions of beauty grandeur
For there were
Angels
Interacting moving so invasively
Such wonders
A delight beautiful as prisms and lights and they...

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Roy retelling a story of his so-journey 
to the land of splendor the land of light
there our Roy stated his case and found favor
amina thanks...

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When I was still rising, from east to west
Little I got it, my old ones tough
They asked how much, the soil plus shelter
I thought but...

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EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                  ...

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In the morning I stepped out
upon a snow of tears.
I looked up at the sky
to see the clouds dropping
their share of melancholy
for Mary, Martha and...

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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought...

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Rise up black woman and you all of other colours
Rise up and grab your fallen baton
Passed down from the hand of heroines past
Rise up from...

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