Here is a poem, a question, a cry for and by the dead and the living: A hundred and fifty million noses sniffing the air, Searching for the fragrance that is not there. They go sniff, sniff; father, mother and the brood, For they said our Shepherd had Luck, he was Good. A breath of… Continue reading YOBE SCHOOL BOMBING: WHERE IS THE BREATH OF FRESH AIR?
(Ordeals of Mother Earth) Tell them I’ve not ordered the killings Which has resulted to the fleeing. So, they should beware Of what used to be rare. Tell them water is still my favourite drink And not blood, if that is what they think. I’m not interested in what they enjoy Because it makes me… Continue reading KILLING IN WHOSE NAME?
Have you heard of wonders, Ancient miracles? Look you at the pyramids, The hanging gardens, The Acropolis? Things of great mystery Yesterday morning I saw some You shall add to thy collection Of strange wonders I saw a dog play with a child, Out of pity, Saw a single hibiscus, In an ocean of green… Continue reading MIRACLES