Life begins at twenty eight 2

From an Addict and an alcoholic 

To an Author and a workaholic 

And a mindset islamic 

Behold! I am sober 

And behold! I found My better half 

I am helpless, for She distracts Me 

Yet I am distracted without Her 

But She's yet to find Me 

Sometimes love could come in stages I believe 

Perhaps We're in that stage 'hide and seek'

O'Lord, if She's best for Me 

Make Her My better half as I step in to My life's second half 

If She's not, make My mind free as it travels through the breeze 

And seek another Muslimah, an Angel, another Ameerah 

Raihan, may My mind endure to let You go 

Even though I cannot and will not let the love go

Let Our second half be firm as the Bull but gentle as the Calf 

Let Our better half fill Our second half with rose 

For Our teenage was a toad 

But Our youth is an Owl 

And Our present, a Horse

Sardauna the First 

Our spiritual energy is no quantum nor phantom 

Unlimited is Our calcium 

We worry not much about not having a mansion 

Madam! Na only Us waka come 

We're AAwuroshi'ye 

Let Our lives begin at twenty-eight 

Apologies

 We adored You 

We fumbled 

We are remorseful 

You are merciful 

We thank You

We pray for You 

The best althrough

Ummi

They say true friendship is a ghost, for its spirit never dies. Pure like a glass full of spring, and its feeling, like life could not be more divine. This philosophy was too good to be true for Me, until Katsina took You away from Me, Ummi. 

My ego poisoned the beginning of Our friendship, but as days bled into months, and the sky changed and the wind blew and the rain fell and in You I found a Friend. Ummi, the definition of humility, and generosity and beauty.

Your face is full moon, for with no mary k, yet it glows. Indeed a work of art to behold. Oh! But there was dust in My eyes back then. You are gone, but Your voices in the wind give Me an undying hope for a snack of You, with a gobbling kind eye some day. Gone, but not forgotten.

First republic

 2015, i was a Buharist 

Right now I am merely AAwuroshi'ye, Sardauna the first 

I belong to Our nation's republic, the first 

That of the Azikiwes and the Balewas 

The Awolowos and the Sardaunas

A republic where true integrity rocks

Not where the trivial citizen feeds less than a puppy in the aso rock 

Nor where tons of budgetary currencies are allocated for the rock's food stuff 

I do not belong to where integrity is false 

Nor where integrity is materialism 

I belong to the first republic 

For it was They who truly belonged to everybody, yet belonged to nobody