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Henry Akeru Dec 2023
In Nigeria's political theatre, a tale unfolds,
The Hausa-Fulani’s, in power they hold.
For years, the ruling class they've been,
Yet education's light, they've scarcely seen.

Unwavering they stand, a united force,
Dominating cities, charting a course.
Enterprising minds, business savvy and bold,
In the market of life, their stories are told.

Marriage bonds woven within their tribe,
A tradition upheld, where sentiments imbibe.
Ethnicity and religion, threads of identity,
In the mosaic of Nigeria's vast diversity.

Through the corridors of power, they navigate,
A web of connections, a potent state.
Unity binds them, a familial embrace,
Supporting each other in life's challenging race.

In the embrace of tradition, they find strength,
A tapestry woven, a cultural length.
Love and support, a pillar so tall,
Hausa-Fulani’s, standing proud, standing tall.

In the heart of the nation, their legacy thrives,
A paradox unfolds, where wisdom derives.
For though uneducated ratio may be high,
The bonds they share reach up to the sky.

A political dynasty with tales to unfurl,
Hausa-Fulanis, a complex swirl.
In the dance of power, a rhythm unique,
A story echoing through history's mystique.
A Tale of a very Tactical tribe In Northern Nigeria- The Hausas
Safana Aug 2020
It's our day,
harken back
to our
progenitor
who spread the
the seed of our
Becoming,
A legend who
let fearless man
to fear,
A prince who
left his crown
For a war invasion,
A great, who caused
100 million
natives and
homesteaders,
he was an instituter
of religion and
culture, he was
a constructor
of the,
North and south
East and west,
Nigeria and Niger
Ivory cost and Benin
Cameroon and Sudan
Chad and Ghana
Eritrea and Togo
Congo and Gabon
Algeria and Burkina Faso,
with or more
100 million speakers
of Hausa language.

was a hero,
Named BAYAJIDDA
Abu yazid bn Abdullahi
son of king of Baghdad
True Hausa state ( Hausa Bakwai) Daura, Biram, Gobir, Kano, Katsina, Rano, and Zaria (Zazzau)



Hausa Outline satellite (Banza Bakwai)Zamfara, Kebbi, Yauri, Gwari, Nupe, Kororofa (jukun) and Yoruba,
I wanted to give my mom a home, one befitting of her love and kindness, one that would resonate her love and generosity one not made of cheap bricks of clay
A home where no rent is paid cause she is the landlady, one that exude class and comfort at any given time of the day
A home whose roof isn't made with thatch and bamboo that is soon to be ready to tinder or poorly baked bricks whose cracks offer shelter to lizards and rodents as they grow older
I wanted to give my dad a house made only of the finest stones and building materials
One whose landscape when you see will take your breath away and with it's exquisite recreational area

I worked hard to make and save money. I toiled and toiled oblivious to when the nights turned to day
So the best architects for the plan and sketches upfront I'd pay, survey and purchase a piece of land without delay

The foundation was laid, the harder I worked the faster I watched as the builders beautifully the edifice raised
And when I took my mom one day so see the level of progress we had made, she wouldn't stop showering me with thanks and praise
For the hard work and struggled I had put in to see
A house so beautiful a home to them was soon to be

I smiled as I inspected the furnished house as I proudly said to myself surely "This would make the best home yet for mom and dad"

Sweetly I slept until a loud noise startled me as I was awakened to the sound of sophisticated guns and bombs
I feared for my life as I clutched my knees with my arms trembling, my eyes closed, too scared to pray
The uproar was replaced with a disturbing silence as morning came and still petrified by fear I knew I had to go check the place where the house I built for my parents stood even though my life I knew I would be risking. Well, if I didn't I'm certain curiosity would have killed me either way.
So I ran out and called out to an "Okada"
He asked where I was heading to and I said Farin Gada
"Farin Gada, yarinya? Ba ki jin tsoron rain ki?" He queried in Hausa
So I explained to him that indeed I feared for my life but just needed to check the new high rising estate around that area if it was lucky enough to go unscathed.
He stared at me with worry in his eyes and motioned that I hop on his bike.
It was still very early when I got there and I jumped off his bike before he even stopped it's engine and ran to the place where the newly built house once stood like a maniac looking around, wondering if maybe I had forgotten the address to the place I had visited regularly in the last two years or if someone had moved it to a more secure location for me. I broke down. My eyes rained as my voice thundered through the rubble.
"Tashi in Kai ki gida" I heard the Okada man call out in Hausa. "Is no sape por this flace yi hakuri"
Reluctantly I got up moving slowly through the remains of my parents newly demolished home staring back at the place even as we rode away. The place I invested years of hardwork in order to see my loved ones lay in comfort as they stay "secured".
I broke down again when I tried to tell mom and dad the news and all my dad said as he tapped my back softly was, "hmmm... Mu Seyil Nen Rit, for it could have been worse but for God"
I had a lot to say but I was tongue tied. Our rent was due the next month with no certainty of a means to raise the money to pay up cause we had finished "our own house" and I had resigned from my place of work to run the supermarket I had opened beside the new edifice.
We had stocked the house with provisions and resources that won't run dry for months to come, everything was smooth and perfect until the terrorists attacked..
We were back at zero with no deed or title to our family name.
I was back to sharing the toilet with the other room and our guests and had to share the compound with our lousy neighbor who claims to be a "Pastor"
Mom's warm and gentle arms jolted me back to reality as she held me and said " we appreciate the time, resources, love and effort you put into this project" I cried out and said " it wasn't just a mere project mama, it was your home! A token of my gratitude for your love and selflessness and all the sacrifices you and dad made to make me what I have become"
I heard her sigh as she lifted up my face so I'd look into her eyes as she gently whispered to me"home isn't where bur who" a home isn't broken by plenty or lack, rumors or wars...
So baby do you know who my home is?"
I shook my head side to side as she continued, "it is you, your dad, your siblings, my grandchildren and all whom I have come to love.
I frowned, a little confused with some many questions running through my mind then she kissed my forehead and said "Ritjimwa, Home isn't a place where your heart leaves even when your feet does; Home is where the heart is and my home, is right here in your heart...
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Some words in this piece are written in a local  dialect common to the northern regions of Nigeria called "Hausa" and "#MuseyilNen" in a dialect called Ngas from  the central part of Plateau state in Nigeria and it simply means "We thank God"
Safana Aug 2020
I am a man
from Hausa kingdom
and
a real Bahaushe.

what is your tribe?
where it's?
your kingdom

fada min naka in ba
tsoro ba😜
Safana  Jan 4
Profession
Safana Jan 4
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
Safana Jan 2021
An share duk wata tantama
Lokacin da babu wata Tama
Da za'a zuba akan tabarma

An fada an nanata fada
Babu fada a tskanin fada
Ta fada tasa na fada a fada

Ga su bature mai jan kunnuwa
Ya kifa hula a ka mara kokuwa
Cak! ya cake kuma ya rike hannuwa

Har da galadima mara hannuwa
Ya dunde kai nasa har kunnuwa
Kai! kace buzu ne a bisa  ganuwa

An tsare tsari can bisa tsauni
Sai tsala ihu! ni ku sake ni
Ko na dare derere kan tsauni

Kaga gada a gada sai yin dara
Kallo, kifcen gefe ta ankara
Mai harbi da gwafa ta daddara

Ka ji biri da dila yan yaudara
An ajiye kwalba a cike da madara
Sun dauke a guje ba hattara

Kai shaho Sarkin dauka na samaniya
To ka aje ka gudu ka dau anniya
Kar mahari ya hare ka da kibiya
Khadijat Bello May 2023
First, let me start by Greeting you in Twi, "memawo akye" in Kumasi
And back to my home land, I say to you, "Yene"! in Ebira
"Habri za asubuhi"! from Swahill
Ina kwana in Hausa
Emesiere! in Ibibibo
ụtụtụ ọma! in Igbo
Africa, the home of one third of the world's languages
Here I am telling you Djam walli!  in Fulfulde
Nigeria is a power house of over 500 languages
I say Kube lazhin! Nupe
U nder vee! in Tiv
Manao ahoana! in Malagasy language
Ojobe in Boki
Africa! My home continent, where some languages are foreign to most.
West Africa, my land region the Zone of the Giant of Africa.
Nigeria, my Father land! I say to you Good morning in different dialect.
Telling my own Africa story by Greeting you all Good Morning in different African dialects.
Safana May 2020
Haka ne sarki ya hau jaki
Baki nasa goro yana kaki
Da gani yan mata sai tsaki
Gwalo, kifce kai! har koki
Traditional ruler (king) ride on donkey, he sees beautiful girls and he gaze at them while chewing colanut. They hissed  and tease him.
Safana Sep 2023
Hausa men are strongest.
Socially and emotionally,
we fit holistic health.
We will express ourselves,
next Saturday.
Safana  Oct 2021
Hausa
Safana Oct 2021
A language...
I am speaking with
Joe Edahson jnr May 2014
If not for love, I would have done it

If not for love, she would have said it

I was just a kind heart, who wished for every good thing

Oh now I know, everything can't be good as I want it

There's always a bad side

She was just a fair skin, who wished for every beautiful thing,

Oh now she knows, everything can't be beautiful as she wants it

There's is always an ugly side

Together always, we cared less of square pegs and round holes

Now issues brings concerns; we take note of every err and bad thoughts

Bring back the days of old; when we loved like Romeo and Juliet

Bring back the times past; when we had each others back like Bonnie and Clyde

Please let us bring back the you, and the me, that became the us

And hopefully, we could bring back again, everything we kept away

For love is good, and it is good to be loved; One body for one good

If not for love, I would have left you

If not for love, she would have said it was over

And if not for love, we would have been asunder

 

If not for love, I wouldn't have done it

If not for love,  they wouldn't have done it

My belief is different, and my faith is in God of all things

Oh now I know, we may not be the same, though we have one maker

There are Christians, and there are Muslims

They worship in their ways, and they call on God for all things

Oh now they know, we may not be alike, though we have one creator

There are blacks, and there are whites

Together always, we shared festive moods & feasts

Now politics in between; we pick every fault & differences

Bring back the old days; when we lived as brothers and sisters

Bring back the past times; when we protected each other and kept one another

Please let us bring back The Yoruba, and The Hausa and The Ibo that became one Nation

And hopefully, we could #bringbackourgirls, that were taken away

For God is love and love is God; One People under one God

If not for love, I wouldn't have embraced them again

If not for love, they wouldn't have invited me over

And if not for love, we wouldn't have lived together

 

URBAN HOUSE POETRY©

HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE™
A special piece for love and for country.

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