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Abdulaziz Ahmad Abdulaziz Fagge

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Examination
My Mother
I want to learn...
The Intruder
Curse to the bloodthirsty!
Nuptial sonnet
Quasi-Agadez
Rainy Season
I don't know why
Abuja

Examination
Dedicated to all examinees

Your majesty
The most respected hero of all battles
Quality controller of all ages
And great determinant of who’s who
Time come and go
Events fold and unfold again
But you remained yourself
Highly respected and awesome
In disappointment you provoked
Millions to anger
They therefore inferred that:
You are not the true test of knowledge
By the announcement of your plan to come
Books long untouched are dusted
And brought close to mankind in friendship
Relocation of bed spaces to the classrooms
And other places conducive to reading
All students go wild like a hungry leopard
Burning countless candles and
Banning of extra curricula activities
In preparation for the fight
In your presence an ordinary paper became
An extra ordinary since nights are spent on it
The eyes are always over you in search of
Where to begin the fight
I thought I can possess an electron microscope
So as to curb your menace
Indeed people are afraid of you
As a goat is scared of hyena
Reduce many years of hard work to naught
You’re the Excellency!
The air carrying the perfume on your body
Has arrived safely
Thus, confirming your closeness
From every corner therein
But while you tarry
Permit me to fill in a request
All we need now is for you to clear the cloud
Of uncertainty that becloud the message you sent
The part of the book through which you will pierce out
And the form and style you will take
We have no good forecasters to forecast it for us
Nor unique soothsayers to predict you right
The tricks we have are no more performing
For fear and suspicious of possessing “EXPO”
Do you still intend to come in disguise?
So that you remained vague throughout the
Course of our encounter with you?
Remember mercy in your dealings with mankind
Remember the thirst and hunger endured for you sake
You’re majesty
We plead leniency with you
Bear this transition period in mind
And dress well for easy recognition and interpretation

My Mother

I cried and disturbed
But you laughed mindlessly
I puked while you were lunching
But you never raised an eyebrow
Though I suckled but you chuckled

Like a glittering diamond
You treated me valuably
Like a delicate heart
You handled me carefully
Like an only son of monarch
You raised me up honourably

Oh Allah!
Thou I pray compensate her
For the kindness she does to me
For the affection she showers on me
For the Godly paths she shows to me
Let glorious jannatul firdaus be her
Last abode

I want to learn...

After Ismail Bala Garba’s
I too have learnt…

To make every image clear
Like an early morning
Sky
Mask my poems with metaphors
Like the ogbanje masquerade

Poetically play with words
Like the skilful dribbles of Zizou

Trick in poems to champion my
Audience I may be call a pioneer poet

The Intruder

I’m in quest and thirst for lands
In abeyance and abandoned
Any swept tidy parched land?
Any marshy, dumpy swamp?
I’m the intruder ready to intrude
Into all the lands

In vain your tireless efforts
To be-earth and extinct me
Must I cease to live cos of
Your paraquat and –cides?
As a conqueror I swear to
Conquer all the under-utilised lands!

I’m courageous and resister
Hoeing and –cides application
Mustn’t extinct me from this
Swollen foot of god, for I will
Continue living till the extinction of
Earth

Curse to the bloodthirsty!

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
The foes of peace
Who want to see world in wars
To see blood streaming is their evil wish

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
Those who are after their neighbours’ blood
Those who have in their hands the blood of
Matured, teenagers, children and aged

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
They are witch in search of blood
They are Hitlers keen on disrupting the world peace
They are as merciless as themselves

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
To hell with their abysmal
Devilish and evilly merciless acts
Their wish scornful indeed

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
Are they above the law?
Are they not human beings?
Does B&B fear them? It’s ‘cos they love them?

Curse to the bloodthirsty!
Curse to their miscreants friends!
Curse to those that deviate from truth!
Indeed God is there waiting!

Nuptial sonnet

It was like a two sided penny
When the black side was turned
Un-gullible by a gullet bitterness unveiled
Indescribable defamatory uttered
Undecipherable manners aroused
Inexpressible cry-able comments spitted
A big abode seemed claustrophobic cage!
When it turned the diamond worth bright side
Happiness was felt like a newly crowned
Offend-less like a sinless, mindless lot!
Prideful and fraught-less as an award winning lot!
Laughed alone, air beaten, like a new mad lot!
Now all that passed in history like Pharaoh and Moses
Being in wedlock now your dreams are fulfilled, live in a lasting peace!

Quasi-Agadez

Like Agadez, it is decorated
With deciduous scanty trees,
The perennial baobab trees
Made up the shrubby desert
Albeit greenish ciyawa desert.
The baobab trees that encroaches
Possesses abundant branches
As the electric pole,
Their leaves were pinched
For delicious miyar kuka.
Flying polythene made kite
Gladly by a building site
Was a dusty school age boy
Clear sky I also gazed
Impregnated by haze
When I maundered around me
Dispersed mud houses I only saw
I wondered if was I in Agadez
Or in Kano “metropolis”

Rainy Season

Hay!
It is yet another rainy season
The season of pride and enjoyment
Hurray! Everyone is happy because
Of the dear rainy season

Look!
As sky
Brightens
As brighter as pure
Light and as Nice
Looking as
The lady
Zee

Look!
As clouds
Beclouds skies
Oh they’re accumulating
Lightening and
Thunder storming
Of course
Rain is
Coming
Really

Look!
The air is
Gently blowing
And the leaves dancing
Welcoming dear rain
Ah! Wind is hurriedly
Blowing with
The speed of
Light

God!
Rain starts
Dropping in droplets
People are running higgledy-
Piggledy helter-skelter
Everybody looking
For a place
To hide

Oh!
Thank God
Everywhere turned
Greenish and vegetative
Farmers are as happy as
The bride and groom
Because they reap
Bountifully
What a
Rain!
No

More
Starvation
This season
Thanks God
For the
rain

I don't know why

I don't know why
Despite my barbarism
She applauds me as a saint

I don’t know why
Even-though I am rude
She regards my politeness

I don’t know why
In spite of being stingy
She acknowledges my generosity

I don’t know why
As ignorant as am I
She refers me as a learned

I don’t know why
Albeit I am arrogant
She considers me as down-to-earth

I don’t know why
Though I am a liar
She believes I am trustworthy

I don’t know why
Despite my poverty
She deems me rich

I don’t know why
Although I am ugly
She christens me handsome

I don’t know why
Whenever I curse her
She considers it as praise

I don’t know why
Whenever I scowl at her
Smile she will call it

I don’t know why
Whenever I slap her
Caressing she will say

I don’t know why
The more I keep her at arm’s length
The more she draws closer to me

I don’t know why
The worst I betray her
The faithful she trust me

I don’t know why
Whatever wrong I do
She hails it as orderly

I don’t know why
I’m thinking why
I’m dreaming why
I wonder why
All these

Abuja

A city spread
on hilly land,
with gigantic yet
beautiful buildings.
With well tarred roads and
overhead bridges like New York.
At afternoon when men are at work,
silence you will hear
on their streets that are adorned
With street lights like London.

Because I never fly,
and I’m afraid not to lie,
I’d say Abuja is like any,
developed city of the red-eared
Abuja, never meant for poor,
it has an average downpour,
it has no low-cost estates,
let alone slums.
No mud and wooden
houses over there.

Beggars have no room to live,
just for visitors that come to come leave,
the roads are cleaned of
every sign of poverty,
A fake replica of Nigerian state!

I pity those rag wearing men,
who defies all odds to live there.
expensive are services and goods there!
Whatever you bought there,
half that price it sells here.

A typical icon of capitalism,
a capital city of non-poor.
Abuja? Is not for me and
maybe you.