“Ada, that boy is not good for you!" Mama Ada lamented. “Aren't there enough beautiful Hausa maidens for you to make your choice?" Mustapha's brother interjected. “He's the one I...
As thick as the cloud, In preparation for the descending Of the "egusi", showing your yellow Gowns of fangs with greenish spots Enriched with the various types Of stocked fish...
I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies' lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet...
My heart is pegged with scars. Each scar, telling different tales. Beautifully bitter scars looking like gars That are made to live within the dales. I don't want to tell...
I am ........ calling to the father above to look me at altar of peace where my generation become my cross and the innocent blood my sin oh father save...
Rumble for a Dance The beauty of the mind cannot be separated No matter how we are eventually celebrated Hearts will beat together from a distance And emotions may feel...
I Often he speaks with the charm of an angel, his words filliping the minds that listen like a feather He is the priest standing by the altar of unrighteousness...