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Safana Aug 9
In Accra’s streets, the ballots danced,
Two rivals met, yet peace advanced.
The people spoke, the land stood still,
And change was born of the people’s will.

Now Lagos hums with a restless beat,
Abuja whispers of polls to meet.
Tinubu’s torch, Jonathan’s flame,
Each seeks to etch a lasting name.

If hearts hold fast and tempers rest,
If truth is worn like Sunday’s best,
If courts are swift and guards are fair,
Then peace will crown the votes we bear.

But Nigeria’s road is long and wide,
Storms may gather on either side.
Only when all choose calm, not fight,
Will 2027 match Ghana’s light.

Safana Aug 9
The drums will beat in Nigeria’s square,
Crowds will gather, hearts laid bare.
Two eagles soar in the harmattan sky,
Each with a vision, each asking, “Why not I?”

Tinubu stands with the weight of years,
Policies forged through triumph and tears.
He speaks of roads, of markets wide,
Of a nation’s pride he longs to guide.

Jonathan returns with the calm of rain,
Promising healing for a land in pain.
He recalls the days of gentle peace,
Where tempers cooled and tensions ceased.

The youth will weigh with sharpened sight,
Which path will lead to morning light?
Will they choose the hand that builds anew,
Or the voice that whispers, “I still believe in you”?

In ballot ink the future writes,
Through sleepless days and fiery nights.
And when the final count is done,
Nigeria’s story will have begun—
A fresh chapter, bold and yet unknown,
Where the people’s will will stand alone.

Safana Aug 9
The moment the sun's face darkens
None and one will leave the fair alone.

Safana Jul 31
In Honor of President Ahmed Bola Tinubu*

O leader whose name now echoes wide,
Through valleys deep and mountains' side,
You rose with purpose, firm and bold—
A vision cast in green and gold.

From Lagos roots where strength was born,
To Abuja’s heart, at break of dawn,
You led with wisdom, calm and sure,
A steady hand the people trust, secure.

In Northern lands where dust once flew,
You brought the rains, you broke right through.
The roads now hum with growing life,
Once scarred by silence, now free from strife.

You lit the path in Kano’s sprawl,
Rebuilt the bridges that once did fall.
In Sokoto and far Katsina’s plains,
You planted seeds that now bear grains.

The dams you built in desert’s hold,
Now sparkle bright, a tale retold.
For youth you carved out schools and dreams,
And gave new power to faded streams.

In farming fields, the tractors hum,
Where once was stillness, progress come.
Markets buzz with northern trade,
In every stall, your mark is laid.

No tribal shade could dim your course,
You drove the wheel with just one force:
A nation strong, in peace and pride,
With all her people unified.

So rise, O sons and daughters here,
And let your grateful voices cheer.
For in this time, this fleeting span,
We’ve seen the works of a noble man.

Safana Jul 23
From dawn’s first light in Kano’s skies,
A dream took shape with hopeful eyes.
At New Girls Science School she came,
To chase her light, to build her name.

Through books and labs and classroom days,
She walked the path of learning’s blaze.
With every test, with every try,
She reached for stars, and soared so high.

Beneath the veil of grace she wore,
A brilliant mind the world should know more.
Equations, atoms, planets wide —
No boundary held her voice inside.

From Bunsen flames to science fairs,
She stood with courage, dreams, and prayers.
She proved that girls with minds so bright
Can rise like dawn and spread their light.

Oh Sadiya, today you stand,
With strength and wisdom in your hand.
Your journey here has just begun,
A scholar, daughter, rising sun.

So step ahead, walk through the gate,
The world awaits — go captivate.
Your voice, your thoughts, your radiant glow,
Will make a greener future grow.

New Girls Science will proudly say:
“She walked our halls, she shined our way.”
And as you leave this cherished place,
May life reflect your heart and grace.

Congratulations, Sadiya Aminu —
The future’s brightest light is you._


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With love and pride,
July 23, 2025
Safana Jun 26
In the heart of the woods where the wild thyme grows,
Where the hush of the dusk through the pine needles flows,
There lives a soft creature with ink on his paw,
Who scribbles the silence in awe upon awe.

He doesn’t much speak, but he listens so well —
To the drip of the rain and the hush of a shell.
He writes on old leaves with a bark-chewed quill,
And the stillness around him grows softer still.

He hums to the foxglove, he sings to the stream,
He murmurs a stanza right into a dream.
No stage, no applause, no bright city light —
Just a cave full of verses and firefly night.

And though no one sees him, and few even care,
The world feels more whole with the Poetry Bear.
For he gathers the quiet, the kind, and the true —
And turns it to poems for me and for you.

Safana Jun 24
Peaceful vibrations
It has only just begun.
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