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Dr Ahmad Abubakar

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MY CHILD
TREASURE ALONG THE WAY
WATER
ROUGH JOURNEY
CHANCE
ANSWER TO YOU
SHAKING HANDS
IN GROUP
DARKNESS
WRITING

My child...

You are young poor boy,
innocent for life you never know,
so pure,as you never cheat,
smile,cry-what is the happiness?
you touch my heart-
when ever you cry;
I put smile-
when ever you smile.
What is worth-
than having a child !!
Money? No,
Freinds ? No,
Position ? No,
Famous ? No,
Life ? No,-Cause even if I dead,
I left you as a treasure,
investing on you for future harvest,
Good education,well discipline,
self-orientate,determination,
you got them all,
you are in me,and I am in you.

Treasure along the way

In my mind,she looks gorgeous.
Cheerful,meekly with behaviours.
Benignant,educatively richious.

Her smile sends me confusious,
am I alive,dead or dormanttous.
It send chemical waves tortous.

Talking to me with dexterous,
soft - eloquent-systemic voiceous,
the accent tone is invicious.

Our manners,attitudes is congrous,
the same mother field as studyous
family of scientist,am I bathous?

Water

Mirror,I see my picture.
It moves by touching,
but not with legs.
It washes all,
not using hands.
It heals ailement,
no need to research.
Seeing helps the eyes,
here is a vision.
I see many,
far and near.
It carries on its own,
light and heavy.
In it many dies,
and alot are living
with out you we die,
FREIND for ever !!!

ROUGH JOURNEY

Gyrating, side walking the car creeps.
Like a cat it moves,
Creaky, the hinge of an old door.
Its engine is a trumpet,
Waving trees are lost from sight

Pungent, smelling of dead bodies
Congested mucus fills my nose.
My ear’s insensitive to touch,
The dusty wind blows us all-
Imponderable sufferings all alone

Complaining of the walk I’m tired,
Meekly myself, I am a pure boy,
Scorched by heat.
Crying bitterly for my soul,
This journey will never END!

CHANCE

If I have the chance,
to be a rich man,
wealthy ofcourse,
religious concious,
nationalist indeed,
highly intellectual,
amongst the elite class,
may be title holder,
I will use my resources,
my position,my brain,
to be with the masses,
the poor ofcourse,
to feel what the feel,
hardship and poverty,
my wealth will be for them,
I will help all hospitals,
schools will be up to standard,
all teachers will laugh,
beggers will no longer beg,
vocational work they will do,
thiefs will be in history,
contented they will be,
Robbers will not use force,
they will be like Rubber,
twisted any how,
transformed to be pure,
as I am religious leader,
dissiminete peace for all,
"we should be equal together,
no matter what we practice,
it is not the inner that tells,
but body,we looks the same,
difference should be forgotten,
'I'm rich,you are poor',
'I'm 'A' you are 'B',
my intellects will guide me,
coalescing others advice,
the nation should be a room,
a shelter for all to live in,
my brothers I will get the chance,
and one day things will change.

Answer to you

Their Question to us is-
how can we compete with them?
their reason is-
we are not fluent with the language,
we have poor vocabulary,
we lacked the technicalities,
them, said:
our proficiency with poetic devices-
manouvering and tactics is poor.
Them,boasted and high headed:
the ladder to climb is our's,
the key to succes is mine.
Them never knew,
if egg can boast,
then why not a Chick.
Writer is born by nature,
never by training,
but intuition and instincts,
the creativity is brain-borne,
and is what counts,
the criticism is that condiment,
that inevitable pointer.
Them,never knew-
to get the lovely rose,
one must confront the thickly thorns.
If there were a race,
between a wind and light,
or between a sound and vision,
who do you think will win?
Him,You,them and I,
the Question that tickles in mind is -
who taught a baby to cry?

SHAKING HANDS

The screen is near,
looking wide as sky,
the sharpness is water,
the colour as water,
with twining intruders,
though invited companies,
the beauty as water,
the movement as rock,
the face shows reality,
the content is now and yesterday,
this great man,can we believe you?
lies and facts as fire.

IN GROUP
Dedicated to finafinan_hausa in yahoogroups

I find myself walking on a moon
flying with wingless body all alone
with a warmest feeling of getting alone
to the ever dreamt developed world

My state of mind and emotion
towards the transition stage of the nation
carrying the burden of economic hardship and bringing
is in tranquillity be relieved by the words

A stage where the fort polio is developing
from immobile static point to a motion
uplifting the standards of societal passion
where norms, ethics, are the swords

Getting involved in the grouping
rounding ideas and harmonising
a family for all regardless of idealism
BRAVO to the room mates for getting on the road

A hungry man is an angry man in situation
but hunger with words is compelling
without contempt to those that feel jeolousing
we stay and fixed to the root with a board

Take your pen and stick to the typing
I am elated when I see words mouth falling
we discuss on hausa films in contemporaring
Even the old ones are laid down on our keyboards

Doctor I may call myself now on speaking
word by word we are all applying
critics,analyst,researchers and commenting
we remain immensely contact with the goad

BABA PROF Abdalla Adam stay writing
our indefatigable elder,mentor is creditabling
with thanks and thanks from the inception
you remain a figure incalculable with words

Sybrating in written form I do summation
here I move this way and that way swinging
gyrating rhythmically for the tune of a filming
the house which never nillify even to the odds

You may wish to say hello or bravowing
not borrowing not lending but responding
Dr Ahmad Abubakar the Dr. in dreaming
an academician with hope in the future !!!

DARKNESS

A burning candle amidst darkness
inverted image of loneliness
thwarted,exhilariated and toughness
Brutally tackled with Disguises

Teenagers, youth even centenarians
the workers, and happy vegetarians
the wealthy-joyfy in travailing
QUEST for long life always documentarian

Writing

I am sitting on a rock
down the ally of thought
water spilling down
splashing on my feet
realy i am happy
I am alive.......
I am alive.....oh
I am alive
I am writing