I feel you that...
You are a
protective coat
in the heart and
the surrounding
for how you shine
and bright like a
beautiful sea-shell 🐚
and the Golden stars ✨

Feeling is a match
That flames the love
In the eyes of the heart

Leave the distance,
It will allow us to stay...
Leave the racial sect, it
will let the love escaped,
And, leave the religious
differences, it will let
the love collapsed...

Try me...
Do love me
For I love you
Because of you
And you... You are

I have a lot of...
A word, in me
coming up to
my tongue but
I' m not afraid to
chew it away,
for it's sweetest
and tasty, may be
someone heard
and read not
loudly and silent
but in somewhere,
where there's love
and trust

Everyone has to fetch at his own expertise position before drinking

No useless papers on
earth to waste and to
burn...

All papers are useful
To write and to draw
To read and to fold
To protect and prevent
...

Manda, a cattle salt
In Hausa land, there is salt.
And Hausa salt is a Manda
before the age of ionized salt
Manda is used for cooking.
and is being used as medicine.
for people and cattle
It is red, red, red, like a stone.
The tongue is not enough to taste.
because the taste of the salt is too much.
but it is also very useful.
for people and animals.

All rickshaw are
panted up but riders
are carrying up
a loads for going to
no where but home
When taxes are flying
up to the peak and
government care for
no one's concern, so
a daidaita Sahu riders
now are strike

not because of a lack of self-esteem.
Living in Africa is fun.
because you will eat vegetables.
Sweet greens.
like cabbage and lettuce.
Their salad is mixed and eaten.
Kulikuli flour that is added
for the salt and seasoning.
Put a little oil on it and make it smooth.
Sprinkle it with tomatoes.
and chopped spicy scotch pepper.
Even garlic is spicy.
especially if it is poured on a plate.
It will make the children happy and jump.
because the taste has come.
You see, the adults are rolling their tongues.
because of the sweetness.

Africa is so sweet Africa is very sweet.

Everything had collapsed.
No any distinct day to rise.
But we know there is a rising.
And then no one knows when.
Shape your joints well and close-fitting.
When your falls arrive.
It will feel sloping to you.

I had a dream that the world was covered in green.

An agony of a war
Within the family,
Twelve, we were
born, the first not
I am and, the first
just I am

A bigamy,
sometimes is
raw deal and,
outrageous is always
planting, on the
farm yard of a family
tree and it's branches,
there is hatred between
brethren of the same
parental map, the
youngish feel to
count out the unyoung
for no reason but, to
take the rag coiled
the head of the
Kingdom, where all
they lives and dwell,
I am more than pliable
and I am in the plight
mode like I plight to
someone throth having
no wealth, my heart feet
plod and trudge, they
Positioned my life as
plonker through all
the ploy and manoeuvre
seeded, downgraded own
talent and light of my pen
work, I will not be pride
on myself but, so many
did with the negation
of my family,
Everyone's hatred on
some like me, so why?

Because, I am bestowed
not with laziness but a
gift to learn and understand
easily, and I Wasn't gifted with
more wealth like mansa moussa

Light me up, bright star. 
Light me up to see 
the sun when its shine.
Light me up, friend! 
It lit me up!

Don't let me fall asleep in the dark. 
Don't let me be awake in the dark. 
Don't let me be fed up in the dark. 
Don't let me struggle in the dark. 
Don't let me be a servant of the dark. 
Light me up, friend! 
It lit me up!

lit me up to see my front,
so I can repair my back. 
Light me up, friend! 
Light me Up!

Allow my eyes to see the narrow
let, my fingers to find the needle
let my thoughts to be unclouded by bitter tears. 
Light me up, friend! 
and lit me up!

between sun rise
and sunset
there is a passing
sun ray over the
horizon
apart from,
sky darkness and
the sunlight bring
bluish of the sky

I love you in a way that you loved me.
I think I will love someone who is me.
Your love for me is filtered through me.
You are in me, every day through me.
You are floating low and high in me.
And you are circulating all through me.
more than blood flow-flowing in me.
Because you are my wife, close to me.
Your closeness is more than life to me.
I love you, my wife. You are all in me.

Who is he? Will give us...
When he has a candy on
His hand in the year 2023

Freedom is a gift
For you and I
From somewhere
Not, from masters
A slavery masters

and freedom
is a Devine


Hurry up!🔁
Build your present
Let you future sleep
In a solid comfort

Aajaadee kee shubhakaamanaen

Stay away from...
tracing the footprint
is ironically equal for...
Just secure or surrender
Do not backbite and
infiltrate somebody's right,
it's a fertilizer, to spread over
the boundless boundary...
When in return, so no
shield to shield

I swear, I love you.
Hey girl, what is it?
Your head nodded, feeling classy.
And I believed that,
there is nothing wrong
with telling the truth.
I love you to the core.
Your love goes beyond that.
If I remember that no sad
Have faith in me; you're in there too.
I am finding peace and happiness there.
So, say that you give me
your trust

Love don't cost...
As you pay
As you use...
As you pay
As you go...

A love is paid
with a lot of
care and small
penny

I am just a...

* Translator of Hausa to English and English to Hausa
* Transcriptionist of Hausa to English and English to Hausa
* Digital Marketer
* Poet
* And many more

The better things are found early.
In the early morning, all is well.
In the early morning, leaves are green.
In the early morning, the sky is bright.
In the early morning, the tongue is tasty.
In the early morning, the heart beats a bit.
In the early morning, the eyes look better.
In the early morning, the reasoning is wide.
In the early morning, there is pure air freshness.
In the early morning, there is fine respiration.
And in the early morning, there are good tidings

In every morning I can feel
Her sweet scented awaken me
Up with beautiful happiness
until the sunrise and set...

The water waved,
the waves carried
a floated leaves to
the edge of the sea
...

Be patiently a good
cooker in the kitchen
to cook some beautiful
poems

Be good, like a sunny evening
Be beautiful, like a green forest
Be bright, like a morning bright
Be fairly, like a fairy tale tonight
Be standard with natural ISO No.

Where the child will go?
A mother's calling, child!
Where are you running?
Stay where you are, until
You get wings to fly above