A narrow street,
where all living
live awake or
asleep,
A Universe

NIGERIA

The heredity of corruption is hierarchy.

Many things worry me about the country in which I was born. Many people have become increasingly corrupt. There is no trust between people. I mean, only money can buy everything, but there is no dignity between people.

It smells delightfully sweet
Her tongue emits scents
as she speaks
Her gaze is attractive
Her posture accentuates
her beauty
And her gesture
makes her a queen
This is
my youg flower

Mr. Maker make Mikel meet many merchants miffed, most million marketers merely merged, manfully managing more meritocracy.

Her lipstick was red
Softly, upper and lower
Saying: I love you Dear
Her mouth is fresh scenting
like a mint of a ginger

The source of all
conflicts in the world
is a social media
Twitter, Facebook
and so on...

But the source of
knowledge, culture
social interactions
is HELLO Poetry...

Thank you HP
For your politeness

How would I love
To waste the money
While I am not  rich...
I will like to spent
equal to my earning

Habeeb, my boy.
Habeeb is a good boy.
Habeeb, son of blessing
I know you are beautiful.
In your heart, be beautiful.
Be righteous and righteous.
Everyone will be happy with you.
Respect your elders.
Have mercy on your little ones.
Your life will be brighter.
Its light will be brighter than the sun's.
Habeeb, my boy.
habeeb Good boy.
Habeeb, son of blessing.
I hope you have a long journey.
Take the lead from the underprivileged.
Take their hands and lead them to the light.
A place where there is no noise but happiness.
Take them to the green garden.
They smell the scent of flowers.
They hug each other and rejoice.
May they bless you and say thank you.
Habeeb, my boy.
Habeeb Good boy.
Habeeb son of blessing.

It's seven days left.
We will celebrate the birthday.
The birth of a blessed child
cheerfulness and well-being.
He is the son of his father and his mother.
a good boy, a very clever boy.
His behaviour is like that of a grownup.
He likes to play with kids.
He likes to play with adults.
and he is a friend to everyone.
Everyone loves Habeeb.
Everyone likes to see Habeeb.
May Allah take us to the birthday
We will pray for Habeeb.
We wish Habeeb the best.
We will give Habeeb a blessing.
And we will cut Habeeb's cake.

She is someone
from somewhere
unknown to my sight
unknown to my going
unknown to my understanding
she is my wife to be

Rarara is a really rare singer.
is not a rearing villager but rhymer
like a singer who eats ginger.
His tongue's tones is tunes
As he speak in the peak
The air blows the hair away.
His stanzas are free, like a bonanza.
Once you listen, you will glisten.
Once you glisten, you go on to listen.
Rarara is a really rare singer.
He sang a song soundly.
He rhymes a rhyme verbally.
His literature turns nature.
Politically and socially.
His prediction is non-fiction
Rarara is a really rare singer.

Please...

Never let my kitchen
attend
nearby that dryness

Love travels through the atmosphere.
And hatred appears out of nowhere.
When I see you, I want to adore you.
Whatever you are, I don't care.
It does not matter who you are.
Your affection has simply crept into me.
return genuine affection to me.
I have the ability to be a man.
With your love within me, I can be a man.

...not a colored
but colorful,
neither a red
nor black like
red berry and
blackberry...
very sweet more
than everyberry
Sweetest to read and
to listen more
than every fruitberry

for it's lovely
and delicious
...

A tasty alphabets
are prepared and
healthy words are
blended in the kitchen
phrase are toasted
and sentences are
well cooked in
Safana's Poetry Kitchen

Life is going and
death is coming

What did we save
for defending our
selves for all what
we did on this earth
wrongly
...

Carol tayi sauri
ta zo ta kula mu
ta saka bakunan mu
su furta ciki na ran mu
Abin da yake a ran mu
fuskar mu fari ta kamu
da hasken rana akan mu
Carol tayi sauri