Blessed is the womb that bore the being,
Blessed is your smile that brightens my day,
Blessed is the burden that took you nine months to bear,
Blessed is your effort through my growing and trying days,
Those days I felt I knew all that life was about,
Those days you tried to caution me and I shun,
Those times I protested and detested as you warn,
Those times I was peer driven and adrenalin influenced,
Sometimes you cried in silence for a reckless youth,
Sometimes you prayed and waited, patience and faith you held onto,
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder, when I will ever be stable,
When I played and fell you washed my wounds,
When I fell sick and weak you were always by my side,
When my grades fall you told me I could do better,
When you said all I should do is believe and be determined, I knew my dreams would come through one day,
You gave me a shoulder to cry on and a push when I was afraid,
You stood by me in my times of trial and seemingly endless tribulations,
You believed in me when the world lost faith in me,
You always helped me see the bright side of my problems,
You are the star that brightens a dark night,
You are the silver lining behind my darkest tunnel,
You fed my tender mouth as a toddler and you support me until I could learn to walk on my feet,
If only I knew what I know today,
If only I could turn back the hands of time momma,
If only I could wipe your tears away, all those times I caused you pain,
If only I could give the whole world to see you smile,
If only I had listened to you then, mother, I am lost without you,
Today I look back at it all and I say to myself, “what if”?
Today, the whole world is not enough exchange for a minute without you,
All I want to say to you mother is “there are no words or wealth that can pay you back,
All I need to say to momma is, “my intent is to show you that I understand,
All I want to say to you mother is “you are appreciated”.
This poem is dedicated to my dear mother.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Kano!!
Our home town is well known all over the federation and beyond to vote and choose our leadership based on what we believe is right,
We massively voted Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau into office in 2003 and later on back into office in 2007 even though he was faced by an incumbent ten times stronger.
We vote people into office as ordinary voters like you and i willing to see change in the administration of our great state!
We vote because we weigh the pros and the cons, the dos and the don’ts, the Ya Kamata’s!
We vote because we use our intellects to determine who will turn out to be a good leader.
Today we find ourselves in an academic environment, and therefore we ought to emulate and demonstrate what we practice back at home, a true democracy indeed!!,
As students of knowledge in a prestigious university like Unimaid, I think it will be an abuse to our intelligence for a person to come and sell a political candidate to us and we fail to ask them the reason why we should vote his or her candidate.
A ruthless cabal of so called politicians have infested our midst with a dirty type of politics that tends to honor electoral fraud and convincing people to vote blindly and aimlessly,
We are not stupid, are we? We are a people with a history of political uprightness since the times of the great Mallam Aminu Kano of blessed memory,
I will personally feel stupid and dumb if you tell me to vote a particular candidate and I don’t ask you to give me reasons why I should vote them,
We all are living witnesses to the end story of electoral fraud and trying to impose thyself on the throne of leadership by all means necessary, it is no secret; it trails you all the way!!,
So dear congress members, let us shun voting with fake I.D’s, indigene form, electoral violence, Zabe cikin Duhu Da jahilchi and above all Zaben Tumun Dare.
“An Daina Ninke mu, mun daina zabe cikin jahilchi, sai an bamu hujjar zaben da zamu yi, kuma mun san Allah ne kadai yake bada mulki ga wanda ya so kuma lokacin da ya so”.
Finally, the issue of godfatherism is a burning and recurrent issue in Nigeria and our student union politics awhile, nobody is going to dictate to us what and who we are supposed vote for,
The new style godfathers have infested the minds of the young union members so much so that this cadre of future leaders are totally convinced that politics is synonymous with hypocrisy, that student unionism is synonymous with self aggrandizement and opens a window to political begging.
Therefore, we should please open our eyes and vote our prospectus leaders based on reason and logic as intellectuals and not based on first come issues or baseless godfather’s orientation.
Therefore I say Ask them why? Tell them to Give you reason why you should vote?
Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neon pan African, can be reached at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
We massively voted Mallam Ibrahim Shekarau into office in 2003 and later on back into office in 2007 even though he was faced by an incumbent ten times stronger.
We vote people into office as ordinary voters like you and i willing to see change in the administration of our great state!
We vote because we weigh the pros and the cons, the dos and the don’ts, the Ya Kamata’s!
We vote because we use our intellects to determine who will turn out to be a good leader.
Today we find ourselves in an academic environment, and therefore we ought to emulate and demonstrate what we practice back at home, a true democracy indeed!!,
As students of knowledge in a prestigious university like Unimaid, I think it will be an abuse to our intelligence for a person to come and sell a political candidate to us and we fail to ask them the reason why we should vote his or her candidate.
A ruthless cabal of so called politicians have infested our midst with a dirty type of politics that tends to honor electoral fraud and convincing people to vote blindly and aimlessly,
We are not stupid, are we? We are a people with a history of political uprightness since the times of the great Mallam Aminu Kano of blessed memory,
I will personally feel stupid and dumb if you tell me to vote a particular candidate and I don’t ask you to give me reasons why I should vote them,
We all are living witnesses to the end story of electoral fraud and trying to impose thyself on the throne of leadership by all means necessary, it is no secret; it trails you all the way!!,
So dear congress members, let us shun voting with fake I.D’s, indigene form, electoral violence, Zabe cikin Duhu Da jahilchi and above all Zaben Tumun Dare.
“An Daina Ninke mu, mun daina zabe cikin jahilchi, sai an bamu hujjar zaben da zamu yi, kuma mun san Allah ne kadai yake bada mulki ga wanda ya so kuma lokacin da ya so”.
Finally, the issue of godfatherism is a burning and recurrent issue in Nigeria and our student union politics awhile, nobody is going to dictate to us what and who we are supposed vote for,
The new style godfathers have infested the minds of the young union members so much so that this cadre of future leaders are totally convinced that politics is synonymous with hypocrisy, that student unionism is synonymous with self aggrandizement and opens a window to political begging.
Therefore, we should please open our eyes and vote our prospectus leaders based on reason and logic as intellectuals and not based on first come issues or baseless godfather’s orientation.
Therefore I say Ask them why? Tell them to Give you reason why you should vote?
Thank you for reading my piece and God bless.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neon pan African, can be reached at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
LIFE
The first cry of a baby says it has arrived,
The first words uttered says it can learn,
The first words of “mama” brings delight to thy mum,
The first steps taken makes mama feel like an Egyptian queen,
The days transcend into months and hope rises high,
The survival of the little infant tells a story,
The story line which I narrate as thus;
The world we live in is like a toddler’s clay toy,
This moment it is shaped like a cup and the next it is out of shape,
The world is like a beautiful old lady, a beautiful work of nature overtime,
Since I was a young lad growing,
And now I am a young man glowing,
I have never seen this world changing,
The people that lived are part of history,
The people alive are a part to contemporize,
The folks yet unborn are part of destiny,
The people come and go as a herd through a perch,
Some touch lives and they are honored,
Some sit tight in corners while others make their mark,
Others end lives and they are remembered as tyrants,
The wise, the rich, the royal all live their footprints on the sands of time,
The man that grew out of a baby is now old and feeble, too weak and frail to quibble,
The bible says “what goes around, comes around”,
The basic rules of life remain the same overtime though,
No matter how serious you take life,
You will never get out of it alive,
The inevitable comes calling! Come! , come! Death beckons, come Home to your Lord!,
This day remains the most detested by man so much a times taken off guard,
The truth and irony about this life remains that, we all die in the end somehow.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
The first words uttered says it can learn,
The first words of “mama” brings delight to thy mum,
The first steps taken makes mama feel like an Egyptian queen,
The days transcend into months and hope rises high,
The survival of the little infant tells a story,
The story line which I narrate as thus;
The world we live in is like a toddler’s clay toy,
This moment it is shaped like a cup and the next it is out of shape,
The world is like a beautiful old lady, a beautiful work of nature overtime,
Since I was a young lad growing,
And now I am a young man glowing,
I have never seen this world changing,
The people that lived are part of history,
The people alive are a part to contemporize,
The folks yet unborn are part of destiny,
The people come and go as a herd through a perch,
Some touch lives and they are honored,
Some sit tight in corners while others make their mark,
Others end lives and they are remembered as tyrants,
The wise, the rich, the royal all live their footprints on the sands of time,
The man that grew out of a baby is now old and feeble, too weak and frail to quibble,
The bible says “what goes around, comes around”,
The basic rules of life remain the same overtime though,
No matter how serious you take life,
You will never get out of it alive,
The inevitable comes calling! Come! , come! Death beckons, come Home to your Lord!,
This day remains the most detested by man so much a times taken off guard,
The truth and irony about this life remains that, we all die in the end somehow.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com
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