I came to this life gasping for breath.
You held me close and prayed for my weakling health.
You mused on me and prayed that I grow in bonny length.
Through the mercy of Lord I play every day in the beauty of heath.
In your push and God’s will I swim in bliss and so much wealth.
Through the years; through so much pain
I have lost not much gain.
Through the heat and life’s plain
I have found there in you, my pillar; my rain.
Nothing you gave me ever went; never went down the drain.
They are stuck right in me when I reminisce in my brain;
I adore you mummy; your life was never in vain
In solitude I shed tears;
But in my heart I have no fears;
For I grab your God’s spears,
In this life no enemy dears
Through your will God sure hears.
My mummy; my chummy
You sold me no dummy
My mummy oh mummy
You made me warm-homely;
The very day you were gone
I felt I was shot with a den gun.
As you lay in your home, recall you are my precious love.
I see your face in the skyline; in my heart there above.
When in need of inner peace, I play your words and your dove
I see your smiling face when I do things aright
And I recall your scowling face before HIS sterling light
Insisting I maintain the right and be so bright;
What a life oh mummy: forever shining snow white!
Today in my prime through your wisdom and ways, mummy I stand so tall
They always sign me up in search of clear ways, and mummy I speak to the hall;
They marvel at my free flow in concert with what you have done
In my mind I thank our Lord for the wonders though you have gone.
Adieu oh mummy smile to me till we meet
Adieu oh mummy sing for me dance to the beat
Adieu oh mummy you are alive in my heart
Ali Baba Yakubu
20th March 2009
Friday, February 5, 2010
TRACES OF HUE
We were destiny bound zooming sky high in a human bird;
The brain child advised all to remain glued to our seat-bed.
He ignited speed and propelled the sky bird afloat.
And then I reclined backwards to admire the sky boat:
From a distance I could see boxes of human habitats.
As we go far off the landscape we became far off the huts.
Suddenly I could see the beauty of God’s dexterity;
Sprawling across the skyline is cloudy complexity
Yet in their formation and gait is gallant simplicity
Oh, what a splendor to behold to mortals in tranquility
Devoid of noisy pollutants and our stupid superiority
Which, at this altitude, can be discerned as mare inferiority:
There is no place on earth where you can feel similar magical wand
Even though afloat you can feel the power of His mystical Hand
Oh, what a beauty to see clouds beneath you; around you and above you
Oh, what a beauty to inhale the freshness of this clime with the traces of hue
Oh, what a wake-up call when the clouds jolts your bird in its wake
Rushing through the blindness of the dark clouds can only be for destiny sake.
In this scary scenario only but after the jolts are over that we heaved relief
But when thunder and lightning goes on we all had to resort to our belief
At last we escaped the angry cloudy mixed grill
We just must remembered that no destiny unfolds without a drill
From a long distance we could see green lands and sleepy hills
Beaming with smiles we know destiny has paid her dear bills.
With nostalgia I recall the wonders of the magical hues
Just like a landscape awaiting the input of hungry hoes
But traces of hue is abound even here on ground
For all mortals are undoubtedly destiny bound.
Ali Baba Yakubu
18th March 2009
The brain child advised all to remain glued to our seat-bed.
He ignited speed and propelled the sky bird afloat.
And then I reclined backwards to admire the sky boat:
From a distance I could see boxes of human habitats.
As we go far off the landscape we became far off the huts.
Suddenly I could see the beauty of God’s dexterity;
Sprawling across the skyline is cloudy complexity
Yet in their formation and gait is gallant simplicity
Oh, what a splendor to behold to mortals in tranquility
Devoid of noisy pollutants and our stupid superiority
Which, at this altitude, can be discerned as mare inferiority:
There is no place on earth where you can feel similar magical wand
Even though afloat you can feel the power of His mystical Hand
Oh, what a beauty to see clouds beneath you; around you and above you
Oh, what a beauty to inhale the freshness of this clime with the traces of hue
Oh, what a wake-up call when the clouds jolts your bird in its wake
Rushing through the blindness of the dark clouds can only be for destiny sake.
In this scary scenario only but after the jolts are over that we heaved relief
But when thunder and lightning goes on we all had to resort to our belief
At last we escaped the angry cloudy mixed grill
We just must remembered that no destiny unfolds without a drill
From a long distance we could see green lands and sleepy hills
Beaming with smiles we know destiny has paid her dear bills.
With nostalgia I recall the wonders of the magical hues
Just like a landscape awaiting the input of hungry hoes
But traces of hue is abound even here on ground
For all mortals are undoubtedly destiny bound.
Ali Baba Yakubu
18th March 2009
RYTHM IN THE AIR
RHYTHM IN THE AIR
There is melodious rhythm in the air
Raising my lethargic spirit, conscience and hair
The message of which only but wise can hear
Oh, what a day to witness this gain to bear
Alas the day to rejoice has come so near
Why not be bold in dancing without fear
The future is far but its vision is visibly clear
Everyone should come including my foe, my dear
Arise and shine pick all your tools including that gear;
Today the rhythm has changed into a melody of game
Only the brave and bold will stand up to fame
At which we should keep fit and heal up our lame
In this day, the cripple and the fit are but surely same
Only if he stand up to the beat of the rhythmic flame
In the world of same compare we can’t help but be in shame
If we fail to wake up from the miasma of hedonistic dame.
Oh Africa, why not change this dance into a global sway?
Why not wake up and feel the dawning sunny ray?
Why not gear up and formulate fortunes into our masses way?
Why not instigate the populace to hold sway in sunshine and hay?
Woe onto you pretentious leaders for shoving our smiles at yonder bay
Woe onto you for being the only ones maintaining happiness without pay
Oh what a pain I bear every day everywhere even as I pray gay
The rhythm I hear is not of happiness but a dirge
Of a dying soldier exposed to a compulsive binge
Ali Baba Yakubu
19th March 2009
There is melodious rhythm in the air
Raising my lethargic spirit, conscience and hair
The message of which only but wise can hear
Oh, what a day to witness this gain to bear
Alas the day to rejoice has come so near
Why not be bold in dancing without fear
The future is far but its vision is visibly clear
Everyone should come including my foe, my dear
Arise and shine pick all your tools including that gear;
Today the rhythm has changed into a melody of game
Only the brave and bold will stand up to fame
At which we should keep fit and heal up our lame
In this day, the cripple and the fit are but surely same
Only if he stand up to the beat of the rhythmic flame
In the world of same compare we can’t help but be in shame
If we fail to wake up from the miasma of hedonistic dame.
Oh Africa, why not change this dance into a global sway?
Why not wake up and feel the dawning sunny ray?
Why not gear up and formulate fortunes into our masses way?
Why not instigate the populace to hold sway in sunshine and hay?
Woe onto you pretentious leaders for shoving our smiles at yonder bay
Woe onto you for being the only ones maintaining happiness without pay
Oh what a pain I bear every day everywhere even as I pray gay
The rhythm I hear is not of happiness but a dirge
Of a dying soldier exposed to a compulsive binge
Ali Baba Yakubu
19th March 2009
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Nostalgia: Where Is Our Old Tin City?
I recall my Uni-Jos days with palpable nostalgia. I recall taking long walks in blistering cold in my jeans and T-shirts. I recall touching the clouds as i stand on the balcony of our Naraguta Hostel. I recall my Jambite days and all the promises of great days ahead. I recall the riots, tear gass and taking food "without." I recall the joy, the laughter, and the ambience of love amongst my circle of friends. I recall the sweet potatoes, the cabbage, and Irish potatoes. I recall the flowers, their scintillating fragrance and the beauty they exude. I recall our sweet Tin City with its promise of greatness.
What a shame we see today as our brothers kill each other. What a shame as we witness human progress in other climes: while we retrogress to the lowest level of human dynamics. What a shame that some nations are plotting to go to Mars while we are worse than dogs. What a shame that today, rather than cementing brotherhood, we are bent on sucking each other's blood. What a shame.....What a shame....
I remember towards my last year on campus telling someone a gloomy prediction that Jos will explode one day; the person looked benumbed as did not know what i saw. But even at that age in my early twenties, i could sense hostility even when concealed. As a liberal youngster then, i mixed freely with both “Jasawa” and the indigenous tribesmen: I could feel their anger, fears and misgivings. I could sense something amiss even though there was friendliness and relative peace. But still there was a looming apocalypses awaiting ignition.
Time has come for all to know that the volume of water that has passed under the bridge will never come back in the same state. The time has come for both parties to take a retrospective appraisal of their stance on the issues in contention: The time has come for the leaders in plateau to reduce the poverty level which is ravaging that clime to enable some sanity to set in. It should be borne in mind that blaming someone for your gloom will never lift u up; rather you will fall and live in a self inflicted eternal doom. Both parties should wise up: we all need each other.
What a shame we see today as our brothers kill each other. What a shame as we witness human progress in other climes: while we retrogress to the lowest level of human dynamics. What a shame that some nations are plotting to go to Mars while we are worse than dogs. What a shame that today, rather than cementing brotherhood, we are bent on sucking each other's blood. What a shame.....What a shame....
I remember towards my last year on campus telling someone a gloomy prediction that Jos will explode one day; the person looked benumbed as did not know what i saw. But even at that age in my early twenties, i could sense hostility even when concealed. As a liberal youngster then, i mixed freely with both “Jasawa” and the indigenous tribesmen: I could feel their anger, fears and misgivings. I could sense something amiss even though there was friendliness and relative peace. But still there was a looming apocalypses awaiting ignition.
Time has come for all to know that the volume of water that has passed under the bridge will never come back in the same state. The time has come for both parties to take a retrospective appraisal of their stance on the issues in contention: The time has come for the leaders in plateau to reduce the poverty level which is ravaging that clime to enable some sanity to set in. It should be borne in mind that blaming someone for your gloom will never lift u up; rather you will fall and live in a self inflicted eternal doom. Both parties should wise up: we all need each other.
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