Na riko wanni abu
Can cikin zuciya babu mai sa janye
Don ko shine gaba na

Zuciya ta rkice...
Tun daren da na ganka
Zuciya ta kagauta kai nake so na gani

Ya ka dan saurayi
Kai nake so ka gane
Ba bu mai sa ni na janye duk kalamai da nai

Hankali na
Zuciya ta
Dukka sun  kagauta
So nake yi na ganka
Ka zamo kussa da ni

Kai Habeeb dan Habeeb
So da kauna na ba ka
Ba bu mai sa na karbe
Don ko kai ne a gaba

Auwal ne
Auwal ne
Auwal ne

Auwal ka gane
Son ka ya mamaye
Zuciya ta da raina
Rayuwa ta ka ce

In kano so
Sai ka so
Dukka ni ta ka ce

Auwal ne
Auwal ne
Auwal ne

My brave boy
My little lion
He is a cub.
He is the son of a lion.
Grandchild of the Lion
He is close to 1.
Rabiul Auwal, it is his day.
And October is his day.
His age is Nigeria's age.
He breathed in air that
day his country breathed

"Long live my boy, Habeeb Auwal Habeeb.
May your life forever be filled with blue.
May green fall upon you all the days.
May white cover you the whole of your life.
And may light guide your beginning and end."

Hello, Hello Poetry Friends and Members.

I said a lot about the supposedly peaceful protest in my state. Maybe the administration of Kano State may arrest me sooner or later, but I pledge to be a tried and trustworthy activist.

I thank you all,
Auwal Habeeb Abdulqadeer.
Safana

How?

How will I forget you?
How far have I gone?
That I can't see my back
I'm not such a blind driver,
That drives without looking at his mirrow...
On a narrow road,
Thinking to arrive safely...

Do you think that I forget you,
Your face,
Walking
And thoughts in class....

If I forget everything,
Methinks these would not be forgotten....

Don't you think I'm that a child?
That remembers his mother's caring
in the day and night...
Hes efforts in disciplining him,
Her responses to his cries

open your ears and hear me!
I still see you in my hearts
With both good and bad image
We don't talk but you are in my mind

Know that the tree you watered
Is spreading its roots,
Products,
And shades in the world...

I'm still grateful

By Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim

I remember when we were dodgers,
of intiger's paracetamol of computation...
Not knowing it was a fertilization...
That better production...

I remember when I ran a relay race
With fellow folks on blue and white
Singing a song, 'Fire  on the Mountain,

Run, run, run!'
The noise and sweat is over
today
My legs are on the stop line...

And the baton is taken...

If I remember how we learned...
we leaned...
we ran as union...
I feel like reversing to school...
Returning to form a union...

But if I remember the ugly and sad times, I had in primitive period...
I feel like not going back ...
To the dead period
buried on ground

Suddenly today comes a time
When all graduates come
To remember primal class, methinks there comes not a time
When all GHS products would come...
On dining table and dine...
Like when we were primary children...

Dear our teachers you are like farmers
That farm on our lands
For long planting seeds
Know that it will never give heat
Your service is unrewardable
Only God can reward you
All the shade we spread now
Comes after your fertilization

Written By

Muhammad Auwal
Ibrahim

As everyone wants to know, I am not new here. I am not old and am also holding gold, as some old grannies sold our gold. By the way, my name is not mane but among men's names. that is the son of a loveable and legendary I merely mean Auwal Habeeb Abdulqadeer, "the safest son of the Safanian." I am, but not a man who is fingerless. My passion and profession are a vision. and a lot of missions I put into division. So I want to accomplish this through some publication on a dish with a fish-stylish. A day before yesterday was dead, how dare tomorrow teach tomato how to toll-free? No history is written on the histogram. Come on, my friends, let's go on, grow, and let not our young ones go.

I am like a
young who
shall grow
in the night
to get awake
in morning to
see blue and
bright in the
corners and
angles...

"When last, I am
awake, it's a
May at 25 and
2020 at the
stage of covid
but Covid-19
and my hands
breath a warmth
and to danced on
the floor like
how everyone
is danced with
a colourful smile
Nevertheless, I am
novice to do but
I am doing it that
way I can until this
day of 25 in the May of
this 2021 when covid
of Covid-19 is at low to
be chew in the other
part of the world mouth"
...

Auwal Habeeb
Safana - The Poet✍️