Safana gari ne...
Safana gari ne...
Safana gari ne...

Safana gari ne
Na tabbata zan kwana cikin sa
Ba bu yadda za ai na barshi don
Ya zamo mahalli na...

The trumpet is gradually blowing.
It's neither awake nor asleep.
And the drum beat hit a bit.
And the whispering voice that you hear
Later, the bold roar of a wolf rises.
Far in the distance, a speechless child
Waving her hand to catch the green
Imagine this kind of dreaming.
Happening in the sense of reality
Moving toward the girl horrendously
But my tongue was quaking like a snake.
I don't know what to say to help.
Because of the hideousness of her face,
It was a call from the darkness.
My name is loudly mentioned periodically.

Safana...
Safana...
Saaaffffaaannnnaa!
Take me away.
Take me away.
Take me away.

Dark smoke diffuses from an unknown space.
It covers almost everywhere in space.
I started coughing.
I think I will go to the grave. That is.
I am absolutely tethered to the rope and,
I'm being dragged somewhere like a hole.
 
I screamingly shouted 
Again and again,
And then, quite suddenly,

And then,
silence suddenly,
My eyes slowly begin to open
I am beneath a concrete canopy.
It's a stone chamber like a crypt.
Far from it, it's a ropeless,
a suspended bed draped in a red blanket

I am dragged heavily towards the bed's edge.
Suddenly, I am suspended between up and down.
And the man, with a horror face, woke from the bed
approaching my side, invoking Cyphe incantations.
He circled the ground with red blood.
His gaze was fixed on the roof. He is
Incanting with an unperceiveable word.

"wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u"

"demuni yimitu ina
gurorowoni yarik’u."

"o፣ widi yesī’oli āganiniti፣

weyi widi yesī’oli seyit’anati

weyi widi yekirīpiti seyit’ani"

He took his head and looked 
deeply into my sight, then a knife.
appeared in his hand. 
He approached where I am suspended.
All of a sudden, he came and stabbed the knife in the area of my chest.
I screamingly shouted again
and again and I woke up when
I realized it was my cat 
sitting on my chest.

I remember,
you are a friend
to me when I was
so cold in the hot...

Safana & Halimah (c) 2021

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

Never scared to accept
the truth from untruthful,
A truth, is always truth

Safana - The Poet✍🏼

The rain in the rain
is a rain after rain
when the rain is
before the rain in
the reign of the
rain, so it's a rain
...

Safana - The Poet✍🏼

I'm the best below the rest
and first above the last...

Safana & Halima (c) 2021

Use the umbrella
when it's not
rainy or sunny
...

Safana - The Poet

... speaking arrogantly when your hands on your west like  Mansa Musa on his way to Arabian peninsula but you are pennyless in a pocket

Safana - The Poet✍🏾

I love foreign girl love's qoutation

She said:

" I love you Safana"

And, She hunt me with a
single catapult shoot stone

And...

Nigerian Girl
use plurality
of emotional
stones to shoot
multiple birds
on their chest

Then to say:

"I love you"
"If you know... You know"

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✍️

Don't feel broken💔
Don't feel ended
Don't feel destroyed

In a life
Broken is a damage

In a relationship💑
Broken is a destruction

In a promise🤝
Broken is more than destitute

In the night 🌃
Broken is interruption

In a language👅
Broken is a mistake

Let no one let you be broken
Let your heart feel unbroken

Writing: Safana&TG

Chopping
Slicing
Curing
Grinding
marinating.
Emulsifying
fermenting
Boiling,
broiling,
frying,
grilling,
steaming
mixing.
Pasteurizing.
juicing
peeling
skinning.
Gasifying
Preserving
packaging
Sugaring
Salting
Freezing
Smoking
Drying...

...the poetries
in Safana's Poetry Kitchen

And the nature woke me up
Warmly I took my fresh pen
I acidified the ink in the pen
I surfaced the paper and pen
I begin to mix paper and pen
Stirring the paper with pen
In the *** of paper and pen
To make a fine poetry cheese
The cheese is cheap and chop
Imaginary by mouth and teeth
In the kitchen where no flour
And milk or butter but papers
And pens all in  " Safana Poetry Kitchen"

I am Safana,
a brave knight
who fight in the
world war of
pen and ink on a
sheets and papers,
I conquered many
Dynasties and
invaded many
kingdoms, many
emperors ran for
the fearful of my
giant PEN and I
found no" Cloudy
days" in daze
"Nor man on crane"
pouring "Sand and
spicy Oh!", I spent
not "Jag in a ritzy"
and, "I'm ran to island"
to "Mark the sss" of the
snake, unlooked-for
I found a "Fawn" feeded
by a fawn jasmine
flowers,
I will not step
back because I sent
"Salam to Bania" to
play "Kho-kho on a
sand" with many
"Elites from york

It's a candle, lit on
others to see light
while it dying

(C) 2020 Safana & Halimah

Remember!

The future is near by
That past, has gone

The adventure of darkness
encircled the world. And, that

Time when the
Florescence of the moon 🌙
******* dusky

That moment
Of sunshine,
is sightless

A double whammy,
From far
east and earth

Breeze in the
World life
Entirely

When, it's difficult
To prevent
And, to cure

Whilst, mortality
Eyes suddenly,
Awoken

Species are,
Leaving higher
Ground

Relationship
Gone, very
Not closer

That, a time
When trust
Is frightful

Provisions,
and no food
Supply

Traveling,
And not
To everywhere

Recreation,
And no one
To attend

The scenes,
Are more
Than a war

Remember!

Writing: Safana & Jasaman Johari

Halimah!

A young  poetaster
She had just jumped
Into the poets stream,
Her beautiful hand is
gaming to draw the real
and fiction on the rock
stone behind the beauty
of the greenish forest

(C) 2020 Safana & Halimah

Do not rush
into that dark
room in this
darkness
county in the
darkest of
this world

(C) 2020 Safana & Halimah

... wear a beautiful
pink
A bit dark pink
covered her all
portion except
the beauty in her
heart which always
display the nature
and the beauty in
her,
And, her face shine
and bright more
than a diamond
in the sky when it's
night,
I see, a red on her
labial like strawberry on
a light pink and
glassy plate,
She twisted her
tongue and said
we are heading
to the party Mr.
Safana
"We call it a day"

She said to the
world, " I love
the name"

what name?

she stayed and
throw off a look
and said:

SAFANA!