Tag Archives: #Nigerian Poetry

The Poet: The Sky Falls In Rain

The sky falls rain
The rainbow rumbles it,
The sun shines the day,

The moon shines the night,
mood has changed my dawn,
the stars blink my eyes.
my star has left me,
tears flow down to my cheeks.

Memories of my late dad
haunt me in the hood,
we miss him.

We hang in silence,
look forward to hug him again,
it hurts the heart.

On fifth October, twenty nineteen,
cock crow clock ticking,
everyone mourning in the morning.
the time was eight thirty prompt,
my strength has failed,
my appetite has gone.

Blended in bleeding, weeping in grief
I am blunt, the day was grown in grey,
we never greeted to say bye.

Blessing shall be with you,
Paradise shall be your home.

Amin ya RABBIL alamin.

By: Maryam Abdulfatah Makinde & Auwal Uba Mustapha.

The Poet: The Flying Goat

The land is deserted,
Encroachment has taken over,
We are drown, down to drought…

Our vegetation has faded for decades.
climate change has changed us.

Even the goat can fly now
from the bare land through
the fence to fetch from tree.

Birds and the bards are envious,
Your song is composed by bard.
Your song is sung by bird.

Hunger has no friend, we are
all hanging in the air, dying for food.

The Leaders cut across religion
or region dine and wine together.

We have become their puppets
by using ethnicity for vested interest.

The land has become dry and brown
they borrow monies without investing.

Save lives with part of the money,
plant more trees, we can flourish.
green land everywhere, can save lives.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: Perfection of His Powers

Bloosom by charming air,
Bless by bosom of sea…

Fairing sailor, sails in sea,
Sound has ceased to exist.

Fair tale, in the sea that’s what
I see, sing and dance in the sky.

Narture by nature, tour afar.
I am tored by exciment of the mountain…

Stuck in staring like sculpture,
Ship fairing in the sea is incredible.
If not HE, who! can do that?
Curved and crafted by nature.

Cup of coffee, it’s my favorite.
I am catching cold by the sea side,

Tea can team up the spirit of inspiration.
Seating beside the sea, it’s awesome.

I draw the image with my imagination,
I feel better seeing the image for inspiration, not to impress, for praises…

The wonders of GOD, it’s good…
No one has guts to dare it.
It’s perfection of HIS power.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: Every Kid Is A Genius

I was a genius of my time,
I was a kid, but I flight kite in the air,
I am the remote control with my force.

I was so fast than plane,
I played with drone without drain,
I am a rod with ton of ideas,
you can’t break me.

Back then I lack the tool to mark,
the map of my boundaries.

I organized infantry to defeat
other kids from my neighborhood.

I go to war without mission only for
missing of my mixing mud and water.

I am so creative right from cradle
I never know, searching for my calling
far across the border, I never bother it’s
right in me, I carry it alone in the gene.

Tap your chest it’s not trap, your
calling is right in you, never search
too far, I have tried the same, it never work.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: Wrinkle In Her Heart


Twinkle ink, wink her eyes,
tears flows she feel flaws
like no clue to clinch,
she broke like glass,

She stitch with etch,
she never thought he will
go for an inch, he flee away.

Soak with sorrow pierce like
arrow, she remain in hollow

She feel her destiny it’s too narrow,
she is destitute never restitute.
she ebb in wretch like rag, he rake.

Monster in human garb, he treat her
like garbage, he gamble her, in games.

He bundle her, like criminal,
bond in bondage in ages.

Ache in her flesh, unleash,
hunt with pains it hurts.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha