I missed your smiles
If I walk thousand miles
Morroco is far
I can't reach where you are

Gone are those days
You showed me ways
To study my book
And taught me how to cook

Do you still remember
I once loved okro soup and eba?
Those memories could be old
But it can still be told

Life can be so deceitful
It makes me a fool
Thinking that you will come soon
Everynight,I watched the moon

I really want to see you
I once told brother Aliyu
There was a day
We both pray

What of the weather, I hope
You are able to cope?
To be in a foreign land
Is exciting and

It can also be tedious
Oh brother!you are genius
A brother like you is rare
To see you happy is all I care

Down the screen
Floating particles
Suspended

Rise up
On the bottle
To shelter the air

With oxygenated heart
Filled with love
And sympathy

Care and trust
Shown on the screen
Of brotherhood

©️Isah Aliyu Chiroma

THE EYES OF DARKNESS

In the radiance of diverse rainbows
I remained silent in secret grief
Thinking how my end would be

Sadness seemed to dwell a tenant
In the brittle silence of the desert night
Sighted with resignation and opened my eyes

In a moment of crazy dark despair
The alternatives were too frightening
Grimacing at the bitterness of the spirits

Lying down in an enclosure
Sitting without posture
Tears rolling down my cheeks hoping

©️Isah Aliyu Chiroma

I found my self in the garden of words
Where air was raining messages
Words waving at me

There was the Noble Laureate
The man of ijebu forest
Seeing you as the words step backward

The cloud wispers to my ears
Looking into the sky it shed tears
With the lightning of the tunder which makes me fear

I searched the sky all i saw was rain
I move with the heavy breeze like the days
The drums beat and the flutes sang

I pick up my pen which will dance on my paper
Vomiting words of hope
Strong and tight like the rope


There was the pen
Which produce leaves of words
With the brack which produce the ink

The stream moves with the tides
The grasses at the shores
Sip to their thirsty roots

The trees wave higher
As the wind blows heavier
Wispering to my ears

There comes the cloud
Fading away from my sight
Moving far beyound my height

The mountains ecoed  
Chanting my name saying
Move close to see my beauty

©️Isah Aliyu Chiroma