Tag Archives: #Poem

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: 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

The Poet: When I Die

When I die, never weep,
it wipe my heart, my soul
travels through, oceans.

When I die, I am so weak
my limbs can’t move, I will
be mourned by my loved ones.

When I die, I will be soaring
through the sky, never skip
an inch on my journey.

The world is a transition camp be
calm never qualm, your are on transit.

When the Angel of death visit,
soul shock and shrink in fear
and disapear don’t dispise me,
when I am gone, you will go too.

It’s a journey of no return,
turn to God, pray for respite.

Respect the dead,
when I die, pray for me.

When I die, I can hear your
voices over my dead body,
be kind to me, say good about
me or be mute, I count on you.

When I die, tell them the good
things, they suppose to know
about me, not what you want
them to know about me.

I am once like you, be gentle
over me, when I die, I dim away
within a blink of an eye.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: ADA, The First Daughter of Valour

ADA is the beauty of the Idoma nation and glory
Smeared with beauty and scars that tells a reflection story.

ADA is blessed with crown of beads
And Love is the emblem of her creed
A thick lips of smiles she shares,

A warm embracing of a dimple she bare
She could sing her mother’s song and dance
That attracts a hive of bees and men for a chance.

And when she bounce from her behind, you wish
You paid her bride price to enjoy her local dish
She is the image of an African queen
The apple on the eyes of a king.

She boast of her green-foothills
And could use styles for her head-ties
Her smiles beams like the full moon
For the sun is her concubine in the noon
Protruding more prettiness of her colour
A first daughter worth a man’s valour.

She is the joy of every mother
The best kind of a sister, that supports the father
Her strength found within her chest.

And her humble pride she wears as a vest
From the little dreams she had in many
And the future walls she is building
from her penny.

You have mocked her from your mannish ego
Still her happiness is drawn from her heart of gold.

The name ADA blows forth a strength
From Ole to every length and breath
In Idomaland, She is a symbol of true passion
Raising dreams of our future generations.

Dedicated to my mum of blessed memory. ADA like no other. I celebrate all the ADA’S.

By: Peter Ekpe

The Poet: Beware of Evil Friend

The evil friend he is devil,
when you see one run away,
so diabolical in nature,

The evil friend never confesses
his plan, he strikes with raid
in rain drops with thunder.

When he wants to destroy you
he never tells you I am
coming to get rid of you.

He sucks your blood,
he is a vampire, the slayer
of what you lay down,

He will make sure you never
breathe, he wishes you are broke
and break in silent.

He is a silent achiever in his
conspiracy without mercy.

You reveal your plan,
he plans to plot against you.

He plunges the fruits
of your hard labour,
he demolishes like Tsunami,
he wishes you are his errand boy forever.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: Life Has No Guarantee

Life has no guarantee,
guarantor is the death,

Sleeping is a death for a while,
snoring never guarantee your
awake, even though the day will break,

darkness in the night,
might never gurantee
the coming of the light.

In the morning sunshine might come,
stars will appear in the dark hours,
eye might close.

Sorrow might darken your heart,
river will flow for a while.

I might be nija in the dark,
I am soldier in the day.

Tell me a story for while,
who has never die in a history of a man?

I will tell you, the answer is no!

Only The God of alamin is alone,
He is before the humang race,
He be will at the end, He is the
Only One, that will guarantee all lives.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

The Poet: The Drowning Watchman

Alas, the watchman was knocked off
from the watchtower.
His nose shining with mixed blood,
of guilt and innocence,
by heavy punch from behind.

Confusion in the game reserve,
what a sight to behold,
when the prey is hunted by the games!
kick him here, kick him there,
with a darling dagger
Stabbed from behind.

He is master of the game,
yet he cannot play the game,
of medieval chivalry,
there are no knights,
no more knighthood.

He is caught in the labyrinth
of inextricably muddy game
of his own making,
so it seems,
yet he cannot escape,
without bruises.

By: Barr. Murtala M. B Ibrahim