If you walk up to her right now
And before all eyes quickly bow,
She will you her night's bed allow;
Throughout the night address your slough,
Her lands release for you to plough,
Your rivals warm against a row,
Everything hand you but a dhow,
Because finding one knows not How...
If you walk up to her right now
And before all men act a cow
You're getting a sleek Hausa Cow.
Not in the next hour: "Right now".
It is no debate for sages:
Deserve worshipers their wages.
In the fantasizing brains of all Nigerian Fulanis,
Including their kindergarten still urinating on nannies;
All the entries and exits within country’s Aso Rock
To keep obeying their adjustable, Fulani clock!
Presently, the unstoppable aspiration of the Purest Hausa teens
Recklessly announcing the same to their napkins:
The Achilles Heel of the Brazilian Football Team,
Easily her ruinous tears commanding,
When she should a loser’s smile beam,
This, thorough Good Breeding demanding.
By the United States beautifully masked,
In her playing of Uncle Tom, enormously tasked;
Her millions of Dollars readily releasing
A loved President, the next election, losing!
To nearly every deprived tribe
Something to fight with the fattest bribe
Or surrender with a loaded gun
Making sure it doesn’t away run!
I’ve tried to The Mentality justify,
Baring a Bible verse that does it fortify…
Or so to me it had seemed
Or, probably, I has deemed…
‘The Elder shall serve The younger’…
And God must’ve, the service years, made longer!
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 sonnets
Sadly you will never read them- you aren't lettered
You're rather numbered counting naira notes
by the fireside where you fry awara
but I know you'll listen to my eyes
that tells the number of stars
exploding within by this stuttering tongue and frosted sweat
thawing under the radiance of your dimples.
In the dark corner where the cry of almajiri crowns the night
I will be waiting to elope with you arm in arm via our eyes with wings
where we can stand above the earth with every altitude heavenward
veiling the steeple and the minaret.
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.
The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition
In defend shall we die and perish for our
Precious country.
when i look at you;a beautiful soul.
when i look at you i see fireworks
when i look at you i hear songs
when i look at your i hear moans
when i look at i hear angels
when i look at you i hear laughters
when i look at you i flip new
chapters
when i look at you i see idle
chatters
when i look at you i hear hausa
music
when i look at you i see spanish
music
when i look at you i hear partys
peaking
when i look at you i think
lovemaking
when i look at you i hear kids
sooshing
when i look at you i see us ageing
when i look at you i get mixed
feelings
when i look at and you look at me,
i know we are meant to be.
when i look at you and you look at
me
i know we will never be.
when i look at you and you look at
him
i see the beauty of irony.
most of all i learn a lesson;not to
look at someone that looks at
someone else.
LOVE ON NET
Nigeria’s a jungle though
There’s a fairy
She’s my first love on net
Magamathy.,the sweetest
She must be a bud
Blooming across lush green leaves
I feel the throb of her petals
Rippling like breasts
Black though,shining
Must be a bead of diamond
Makes a priceless necklace
Around my Yahoo page
Her fingers make a sieve
To compose the best words
For a stranger friend
Truly she’s borderless love
She has wings
I need no Air bus
Must she fly to catch me on
As I log on
We row in Chad
Fish in mangroves
Sleep in savannah
Scout along the Adamawa
Bathe at Niger delta
Roam in Abuja
Chat n laugh in Hausa-English
Kiss green and peace
Once a centre of slave trade
Now hers a federal state
She cherishes freedom
Finds humanity ever on line
As I bid good bye
I fly saffron ,green ,white
She kisses hers with crimson lips
A heart in the tricolour, I discover
We fly in air ,live air—
An illimitable life;
Dear, air unseen
Means life seen.
CAUTION
Excuse me.......
Say to our Hausa fellow
Tread with caution
Niger is but the nest of sundry
The deeds our patriots
Drag not to the mud
Of the age of one to thirteen
Young, untapped kids
Of the team of 53 beggars in "Kaduna"
Fresh, unripe fruits
Of multiple-colours of plates at hand
Vivacious, veil children.
Of a song of sorrow to beg for food
Haggard –looking dirty issues
Of no means of livelihood . . survival
Wretched beholding green horns
Of kids known only to hunger . . .penury
Poverty-stricken children
Of brood with no shirt . . . shelter
Alms-begging unsullied progeny
Of our future seeds garbed in gloom
Destitute-turned juvenile
Of them hoodwinked with religious slate
Miserable-infantile, no scroll to read . . write .
They are the “Almajeris” of this land.
Alayande Stephen. T
12.20am
22nd of July, 2006
On our way to Kaduna NCP/NCC Meeting
Precisely at the one of the garages, we saw it happened .
NB-The word "Almajeris" is an Hausa Language from Nigeria used for the
wretched ,tattered looking young children in the Northern part of Nigeria. Kaduna
is a State in Nigeria.
Of them our rulers
To the pauperised people.
Of a kingdom surrounded
By millions of the “Almajeris” .
Of looters in power up towers
Thinking not to leave forever.
Of the Northern cabals
With donkey years in power,
Of them with the stench of the “Almajeris”.
Of the Bush –Pig with the
Hyenas on the Rock
Of them the gluttons and the greed
Of them that devours our resources daily
Of them the Southern vultures
That condemns us into misery.
Of them that worn for millions
Toga of millions of poverty . . “Almajeris”
Of them the Urchins who
Made us suffer amidst bounty.
Off them the Predator millionaires,
We shall seize power for the millions
For the time to wrestle and dazzle
To yank off the toga of the “Almajeris” is now.
Alayande Stephen. T
1.05pm
22nd of July, 2006
On our way to Kaduna NCP/NCC Meeting
Precisely at the one of the garages, we saw it happened
NB-The word "Almajeris" is an Hausa Language from Nigeria used for the
wretched ,tattered looking young children in the Northern part of Nigeria. Kaduna
is a State in Nigeria.
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