Tuesday, February 5, 2019

AFRICA

🤔   AFRICA. 😍

The lyrical of thee Is staccato,
As the blacksmith makes a cutlass
With semblance colour,
like a colour In cream of tartar.

Africa. Oh! Africa the plate that's Putting
Food on your  table, maquillage your rayless shadow.
The spoon In your mouth, It's like tropical kudus.
I know a Africa man, calling Kudus.
His black bear face-cap, makes
Me fall like a rainfall; shouting kudos!

Oh! Africa you're like an endless adventure.
You already made many things with bronze and
Scruptures.

Oh! Africa. The tone ring a ball
And my blood sings In my cell.
Oh! Africa. I love Africa.

Copyright: Abduwaheed Sofiullahi.

Friday, January 25, 2019

The chauffer

THE CHAUFFER.

She's not a motorist, nor a driver. But she's such a person that a gold can not be compared how she's precious; Of a day when she called me to seat down, she told me a nomadic-tale, about her. Even If you eat Lion's head, you would cry.

Her geriatric-looking shows like her eyes are vomiting tears; She told me that."She felt like eating without a salty-food, eating with a dusty-bone. I wasn't woke my eyes with optimistic but pessimistically-sad. I'm a woman who spent her nonagenarian-period, Having a lot of men pleaded to be with them. I got married, when the cockpit shaken my long-boney hair In me. I'd spent 50years being a wife In a passage of my husband, before I delivered you to earth".

Now! Who would take good care for you? My daughter. As I'm moving to grave; who would be feeding you? I don't have any stamina again. I'm old.
With smile, The child replied: "Mama, You're such a driver who drove me here that I can't live without, I have an endless love for you mama, I wish to Supersede thee. Mama, please let's go!
Let's go to a locality, where you can't hear the cock-crow of death. Mama! Please, let's find a ladder to climb the mountain, where we can't preserve any animate again.

I need seeing you till my teeth would be eating maize. Mama! You're my world. My everything, I want to be sighting you ever. You must eat my harvesting fresh-fruit. Mama! You're not old. You're bold, when I'm feeling shyly-cold, you taking It away by clasping-hold.

Copyright Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.
(De Pen).

Friday, December 21, 2018

Broken tears

*BROKEN TEARS*

CHAPTER ONE

Mr and Mrs Akintunde Williams have been copulated for twelve years with full happiness from their well wishers, but, most time sadness governed their minds because they were yet to have evidence of their copulation. After waiting on God, their long awaited prayer was answered as the arrival of the new bouncing baby boy came but, unfortunately they owner of the soul claimed it back.  Mourns governed their home, people consoled her including her husband, they were all trying their best to make her forget the awful incident an wipe away her sorrows.  Her husband Akintunde an affluent businessman owns big companies that he could afford anything they desire.
While he was in office attending to some files on his desk, his phone rang, it was his mother calling, abruptly he picked it up with wonder in his face "why did she called". She said to him she did be coming to the city to seee him for a vital issue, he knew she was coming to discuss with him about his wife who was unable to give birth, he told her that she should wait on God till He answer their prayer. But mama Akintude nodded in disapproval that she is in haste to see her grandchildren before her dissolution,  but after little persuasion she gave in.

   *CHAPTER TWO*

Weeks after,  mama Akintunde turned up without  notifiying her son, but this time she was really serious and mean about her discuss with Akintunde,  she came with the "olori ebi" family head and a young  beautiful maiden from the village. Akintunde saw this and he knew trouble was knocking around,  he called out his wife Bisi to welcome them, pleasantly she did.
Minutes after, they gathering was just silence as a graveyard,  Akintunde broke the  decorum and said "mama you are yet to tell me the reason behind the unpremeditated meeting upon my abode" mama Akintunde replied "we are here because of your wife inability to birth us another baby and this new lady "ronke"is your new wife, Akintunde spurned his face in anger at the same time in pity because of his wife Bisi, his legs formed beats on the ground like the legs of soldiers ready for war,  his head nodded in news, grumbled for he disapproved his mother command despite that Bisi his wife accepted the new wife "ronke" though with pain raiding her inner mind covered with mint of smile outer. Akintunde was surprised, bisi told him not to worry but he is still unhappy with that.
He loves his wife despite her barrenness , the marriage ceremony was arranged and planned for the new wife and it auger well

*CHAPTER THREE*
Four months later,  ronke, the new wife was four months gone and after the terminus period for the pregnancy she birthed two bouncing girls "twin" they were so much identical and cute. Akintunde loved them both and took care of them very well. 
Four months later,  Bisi was also five months gone after her terminus period she also gave birth to a boy, happiness looms around, Akintunde was more full with joy that God later answered their prayer, but the arrival of the new baby drew a battle line between the wives.
Ronke started behaving aberrantly to her senior wife but Bisi turned deaf ears and spurn her behavior but ronke will never resist. She went on to plot an evil plan against the baby so as to eliminate him but the herbalist told her the baby was never destined to die young but to live till old age,  she was never satisfied,  she had to pay the bigger devil a visit and became it bones and dice,  she was told to mix a powdery substance given to her with her husband food.
On the day to carry out the evil plot, she pretended to fall sick and handed the cooking duty to the senior wife,  bisi unknown to her about the disastrous plot gladly accepted the offer,  bisi  out in the kitchen to answer her crying baby was an awful and awesome chance for ronke's plot to be  executed ,  she mixed the substance  without any traces and went back into her room,  bisi came back stirred up the food together and served her husband,  Akintunde devoured the food to it fill happily.

Few days,  Akintunde started to  show signs of an unknown mild illness,  he was rushed to the hospital after some days the doctor was unable to detect the cause and what kind of illness it was,  he was then conveyed to the village where native doctors would take good care of him,  but unfortunately he didn't get to the village before he gave up the ghost and was given a befitted funeral.

*CHAPTER FOUR*

Bisi and her son were booted out of her matrimonial home by Ronke and the late relatives, accusing her that she killed late Akintude , out of shame Bisi went out with her four months old son "wale' to her village.

Ronke knew what she had done and her avarice spirit doesn't want any rival to contest with her and her husband's wealth.
Bisi engaged herself in a petty job to make her and wale survive, she fried bean cake and wale her grown up son hawked,  while hawking wale would see other children going to school and he would love to, but as soon as he remember the financial state of his mother he would  just keep the thought to himself and continue to help his mother. People would ask wale about his father and he would tell them he had no father,  but when he gets home, he would asked his mother and all she does was to shed tears, he would then console her and promise not to ask her the same question again. 

After some days,  Bisi decided to tell wale the story of his father and how they ended up living in the village,  wale said with tears "How sad it is,  what would have become of him if his father was still alive.

*CHAPTER FIVE*

One day,  wale was hawking and deep in thought about the lost of his father,  unknown to him was an incoming vehicle,  before he could realize it was to late to dodge the speedy car and it hit him into an unconscious state.  He was rushed to the hospital by the driver,  immediate adequate treatment was given to him and after some days he recovered but was yet discharged.  The driver whose car hit him was the son of the state governor "chukuwuemeka", he paid his balance and wale was discharged, but before he went home,  chukuwuemeka questioned wale about his life affairs , he narrated everything to him with tears rolling down his cheeks,  chukuwuemeka felt pity and decided to help him.  Wale narrated everything to his mother and how chukuwuemeka decided to help them, their home was filled with joy.

Days after, wale started schooling though an embarrassment it was to him in his First Class, he was the eldest amidst young children though he wasn't after that, wale was determined to attain success he started reading, burning candles at night to read.  Wale became one of the best student in his school and was given scholarship for free schooling in secondary school. He  maintained his brilliant result and was also given scholarship to study medicine abroad. Bisi was so happy for wale.

*CHAPTER SIX*

Things were not auguring well with Ronke at home, after she and her two had extravagantly spent their hoarded wealth.   A mild illness visited her as she had no money to take care of herself,  she had to sell most of her husband properties including the house She lived in just to recover but all were proved effortless.

Few days later,  Ronke died leaving her children to harvest her awful trespasses.  The two girls went through lot of objurgated phases they had no where to go but to go cap in hands.

After five years,  wale was back from abroad, he was so happy to meet his mother in a good health and also his messiah Mr.  Chukuwuemeka was also happy to see Wale again.
Wale worked at the government hospital as a great personnel, also the best Doctor in the hospital,  he worked there for years till he accumulated some money to build his own hospital,  he also built schools in his village also clinics,  his mother Bisi was not left out in a beautiful mansion,  wale was loved by all.

One day,  wale was driving when he came across two beautiful girls begging for money,  he alighted to give them some money but to his surprise the two girls "Adesewa and Adenike" called out his name.
Bubbles of surprise churned his face, how did they got to know him?  he was so happy though still surprised,  so he took them into his car,  off they went to his house where his mother lived.
When they got home, Bisi was also surprised to see the two girls looked shaggy,  she welcomed them and they were also surprised to see their step mother, but sadness never stoped to rule them.  They told her about their story including that of their mother, Bisi felt pity for them. She then told wale about the two girls,  he was happy to hear he heard sisters.  Wale took good care of them and helped them set up a business they could do for survival, they were glad to see their brother and things went well for them.

Years later,  wale got married and was blessed with four beautiful children,  his sisters also got married and were blessed with children and bliss of hearts loomed in the Akintunde family again, also  tears advertised it saline solution on their faces,  "how they wish their father were still alive and Ronke".

Written by:
*Zainab Adam. O*

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Village Life

°°°°°Village Life °°°°°

Village Life;
We are drinking
from stream water
Eating In a place
that's filled with winter.

Village Life;
We are just slumbering
On our sleeping-bag
Without suffering.

Village Life;
We are all smiling
And burning
Without crying
Because our crops
Are splashing green-leaves.

Village Life;
When the Sky
Has cock the black
We congregate ourselves
For telling different stories.

Village Life;
If I want to go and meet
Ololufe mi (My lover)
Agbeke. I would hold
Stones, trowing It to their roof.
Hearing that, Agbeke mi
Would know that I'm around.

Copyright Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.
20/12/2018.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

_The Prisoners' right to vote.*_

*_The Prisoners' right to vote.*_
By: *Olokooba Omobolaji Abdulwasiu(olokson_the_eminent)*

Before he gave up to the ghost, Jose Marti, a communist, once said "The first duty of a man is to think for himself". Without missing words, honestly, if I say I had known the man's intent for this prophesy if not until now that I am writing this; I might turn to be an inmate.

It is no more a news that Nigerians; we are almost near the cusp of authoring what may be the faith of this great land for some years to come. The time when every qualified adult citizens of this country will be allowed to choose, with their one finger respectively, the candidates they dislike least to eventually lead this country for certain fixed years.

Against that background, we, Nigerians, are fond of weaving a fiction that lacks credibility that 'our votes is not matter in an election because it won't be counted'. What a cheapened ignorance of us! Indeed, if our votes is not matter in deciding the election, why will the cabal always campaigning their manifestoes vigorously to us? Or why will they be using millions of naira to buy votes even when knowing fully well that same are not matter in the leaders? Definitely, like all fakes, that fiction will soon fade in our midst. 

Metaphorically, Are we not callous fellows for contending weather it is ideal or not if our sisters and brothers in prisons are granted their birth rights to elect who will be their leaders in their own country?

As a matter of law, it is no more a disputatious fact that the whole provisions of section 30 of Constitution of Federal Republic of Nigeria(CFRN), 2011 as amended, specifically inoculates and immunises any citizens by birth from its application. Hence, it can be authoritatively asserted that conviction does not take away one's citizenship. And once you are still a legal member of a country; you are entitled to elect the candidate of your choice during election.

Similarly, I will vehemently commend the decision of the Court of Appeal sitting in Benin city, Edo state, for affirming the prisoner's right to vote in the election on Friday, 7th December, 2018.

Doubtlessly, I humbly align myself to the opinion of President Aigbokhan of the Initiative for Rural Development, Information and Legal Advocacy (IRDILA) that prison inmates have their own communities and polling units should be allocated to there because they also have right to vote in an election to author the future of their country. This right is in line with provisions of both section 77(2) and 132(5) of CFRN, 2011as amended.

Truly, if franchise is given to the prisoners, attention will be focused and shifted to their community which will utimately improve their situations and health conditions there.

With statistics, the population of our inmates is almost million in numbers, this could be a measure of deciding in having a good or a bad leader in this country. As Shomope Abdulrasheed, a present 300level student of Common and Islamic Law Department, University of Ilorin, has aplty said "their numbers could sway the waves of polls and thereby participating in the dawning of new era'.

Actually, I am still anxiously waiting for that day when these prisoners will be allowed to invest in the future of the country they are bound to rejoin back sooner or later. But before that time, GOD BLESS MY FATHER LAND. AMIN!

11/12/2018

© *Olokooba Omobolaji Abdulwasiu* ; He is a poet , an essayist, a satirist, a campus writer and a 200level Udus Law student.
Gmail: oomobolajiabdulwasiu@gmail.com
Phone: 08160590983

® For ' *The News Digest Press Club, UDUS* .

Monday, December 10, 2018

That pain

That pain.

That pain you have caused has turned to
An unforgotten pain for me.
When you stand In a jungle of fable.
You used a sugerpotted-mouth,
To Build an eventful house for me.
To sweep the floor of sadness for me.

That pain you have caused for me
Has turned the colour of water to back
While It wouldn't be able to wash-away.

That pain you have caused for me,
Has make an eye, working unstopped
Like a clock.

A pain that hurt more than nothing else
Hurt more than a pungency mooch!

I allocate my time,
I wasted my words,
I useless my edge for you to live happily
But you gave the would of heart
When there's know doctor that can heal It.
It's untouched,
It's unseen,
But, It's an everlasting gift; to me.

©Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi .D
10/12/2018
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Friday, December 7, 2018

ETERNITY OF BEAUTY

ETERNITY OF BEAUTY.

By:Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi.

Are you asking me?
What a beauty have
Never seen before since
I knew what's Inside a sandine-tin.
Come and seat here and sight!
My mouth has left unclosed!
When I saw someone Walking
Without steping her toes on ground.
Ain't I allure with her beautiful spotless toes?
Ain't I allure with her slim-jim nature
Her hair-line Is like a bronze that's bi-level
To shine.
Her cloth befitting like she was born with It.
Without any make-up she has already Walking-up
With her natural beauty.
Ohhhhhhhh,I've spent some many days waiting
To see your cagey smile.
It has turned eye-catcher,
For me not be eye-blinking another
Thing again.
Your beauty has created Without any demoralize.

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