I have a
natural passion
on you
affection for you
adore on you
and
I love you

Please!

Understand my
motives

Murja murza murjani,
Kin iya murji.
Sarauniyar murji
kin iya murji'in taqaliji.
Murja murza mazaunai.
Murja a murzawa Gida-Gida mazaunai.
Murja a zauna a mazauna,
har sai Abida ta koshi da murji.

I offered placing a ring on her finger.

My hands will not...
And my words are
not sufficient...
To right the wrong
Let's bond together
Not to wrong the right
But, to right the wrong
Everyday

When I am awake
in every morning
I will wish to see
you from the
window moving on
tropism and
transpiring in the
air, photosynthesises
and chlorophyll to
yield you my Green

I love you, Green

In between Kano's ribs
a leader stands tall,
Dr. Ganduje,
a name known to all.
Seventy-five years of wisdom and grace,
Guiding with vision,
a steady pace.

From early days in service,
a path so bright,
To governor’s chair,
leading with might.
Your legacy in Kano,
A sun's light,
In politics and governance,
you shine so bright.

With every step,
you’ve paved the way,
For progress and unity,
day by day.
Your dedication,
a guiding star,
Inspiring many,
near and far.

On this special day,
we celebrate you,
For all the good and the dreams you pursue.
May your years ahead be filled with cheer,
Happy birthday,
Ganduje, a leader dear.

A times, I can feel
like a hungry man
just I am, a hungry
man not for that
cooked food but a
hungry man of a
cooked poetries
there in Safana's
Poetry Kitchen

I was unsuccessful in reaching the peak.
I nose-dived to understand the ******.
So how do I get to the apex?
Since I can't reach the peak.
So where is the peak?
I don't even know the peak.
I wish someone would let me know the acme.
I would have walked to the zenith.
Because I want to find out what it is at the pinnacle.

I see some thing...
Like a bright star
on the sky when
there's no darkness
but blue in the sky
so that, the sky is
bright tonight

You are not everything
But...
Everything to me
Like a cloud on me
when the sun is hot
You are an umbrella
to me, when it's raining
You are my air to breathe
when it's anaerobic, you
are my leg to locomote
when I am crippled, you
are my sweet when I
taste it bitter, you are my
positive when I am negative
And...
You are my everything
When I am nothing

Don't let,
the moisture
of truth
Upon your tongue
dried,
Let it,
always be
a running water
like
a spring fall
running
down the stream

To keep someone's
hidden...
Is nothing but Aminci

Without love, I
can't stay looking
at your face yesterday,
today and tomorrow
if we are awake,
with a love between
us I can listen to your
sweetest voice of
advice even if we
are aparted

Love and hatred hit once.
To be friends, there is bounce.
No mutual perception of dance
between them, if there is a glance.
Will they be allies in an alliance?
Let's see the best of their performance

Every day, man sleeps
On his mattress and
The mattress smile
As the man smile
slowly...
But life, one day sweet
and one day sour...
Now, man and his
mattress are warring
Just for back-and-forth
of  simple words on
Their tongue...

Knives cut lives to believe.
Once per year just to dance.
Some hate to see one plate.
Meat is put on a neat.
And fried hens, heinz, are put.
Some foods are good
Some drinks are drinks.
Once per week, let's bounce.
In the party and to write a treaty.
To submit at the summit.
To verify and justify.
between white and black kites.

Wai Goggo ke juya na Nagoggo?

E, Goggo ke juya Nagoggon.

To wa ke murza su o' oh?

Ai Murja ke murza murjani,
Murjani ya jijjiga jigida,
Jigidar Murja ta murza su O' oh.

That,
the origin of any writing
was a pen,
A pen to write
letter,
letters to make word,
words to give phrase,
could  be main
or subordinate,
in relation to the names
constructing a
greatest fence,
of a sentence to declare
a war or a peace,
and imperatively,
to give a
light for interrogation,
to find the truth
or a knowledge and
to make exclamatory
for the people

O' bright,
Take my hand
To touch the sky
to let me be the sun
in every day light
and the moon in
every day night

O' bright

The wildfires rage,
a fierce,
untamed blaze.
In Los Angeles,
where the skies are ablaze.
A city in turmoil,
engulfed by the flame,
A reminder of prophecies,
a world not the same.

Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, foretold,
Of signs and warnings,
in scriptures of old.
The earth would tremble,
the fires would rise,
A message from above,
seen through human eyes.

The flames consume,
leaving ashes and dust,
A call to reflect,
in faith we must trust.
For in these trials,
a lesson we find,
A reminder of the divine,
to humble mankind.

Through the smoke and the heat,
a truth does appear,
A prophecy fulfilled,
a sign to revere.
In the heart of the fire,
a message so clear,
To heed the warnings,
and hold faith dear.

Someone doesn't want to hear about dying.
And dying is necessary.
Prepare for death while still living.
Death does not knock on your door

When will the sun rise
If it rose...
When will the sun shine
If it shone...
When will the soil breath
If it breathed...
When will the sky cry
If it cried...
When will the sand moist
If it moist...
When will the farm smile?

Let the farmers harvest
Let the them sell it well
In a proper way to their
Forefather's best heritage