My story

 From an addict and alcoholic

To an author and workaholic

From Clubber and Dropout 

To a Bookworm and being devout 

From a ladies' man, to noman's land

But now adon calm down😤

From a wild cat and extrovert 

To a gentle dove and introvert

From a Fighter, a barking dog

To a fighter, a roaring Lion

I am AAwuroshi'ye

Sardauna the first

Second to no one

Rhetorodynamics

Nigeria needs not just visionaries 

But revolutionaries 

Buhari, indifferent 😒

Tinubu and Atiku, no different 😏

Obi and kwankwaso, perhaps different 🤷‍♀️

I like Obi's rhetorics

And kwankwaso's dynamics 

The Duo would have made pretty good rhetorodynamics

Well, If I were to vote, I'd vote for the Person not the party

But then a good question is, will My vote even count?

Or do I just sip some coffee and mind My pounds... 

At least for now...

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

Letter to my father

 Only words of My FATHER I remember are 'how abnormal I am', how odd I am among My Siblings... Days when I felt like a stranger in my own father's house. These words became frequent, even later like music pleasing to My ears.

 I do not know in what context My beloved Father meant these words, but I guess I've come to terms with it. I am perhaps an anomaly. 

My Father says I am abnormal

My Grandfather says I am second to normal

Well I guess They meant, second to no one

In truth, at first My life was a smooth ride until suddenly I slipped. But who's capable of not slipping?

Well I and My MOTHER picked Myself up, for it is Her Who truly is the first, second to no one. 

Pairless and peerless

 Out of My elementary, high school and college pairs, perhaps, I am the only remaining dropout. Meaning I am now Pairless and peerless 

I might be the only Dropout who's yet unwilling to drop back in, meaning I am Careless and fearless 

For no school nor national youth

But I shall educate Myself

Like Malcolm x and Henry Ford 

And Ali and Elon Musk 

This is a must 

I am Sardauna the first

Second to none 

By sd Abdul-Rahman

 AAwuroshi'ye, a passion for poetry

Like Ladi kwali's, for pottery

Poetry altered grammatically

Flow naturally and indeed magically

Through the mind like a lullaby

Tomorrow, a mastercraft in automobile

AAwuroshi'ye, Having passed through and passed countless tests

That only a few have had a taste

Surely is He a Man blessed

Though to many, not a model nor personal best

But a versatile personality of unique uniqueness

For AAwuroshi'ye like Ali, is the greatest

This time

 This time a rhyme I write

But no song no doubt 

Now, maybe a dropout... 

But not down, not out 

Henceforth, less sleep on the couch

For consistently, the books I browse 

But no school, nor convocation gown

For the Ford, Elon and malcolm in Me, aroused

Hence a little devout 

If I may, then build the empire I desire, make it sound

Then scout and espouse My spicy Spouses

My fantastic four, wow... The Fela in Me aroused 

Ambition tall, Peter Crouch 

But We're devout 

And not down, not out 

This time a rhyme I write 

But no song, no doubt 

For I am AAwuroshi'ye

My personality, My crown 👑 

Friends but no friends

 A true friend is priceless 

A Client is priceless 

But a mere Friend is no friend except with benefit

For no benefit, then no friendship 

A Mentor is better than a mere Friend no offence 

I am a Lion for I have no Friends 

But I am a gentle dove for I have Mentors and Clients 

You too have no Friends, only you don't know yet

A true Friend is priceless

A Mentor or a Client is priceless

And My Clients, Mentorsare My true Friends 

My teenage and youth

 My teenage was a toad

I was the tadpole

Jumping from My knees and back, while the river flows

A bright future, only but an illusion showed

My teenage was a toad

My good, bad habits exposed

Innocently, I wore it no cloak

For My life was free but wild, young but bold

But I was the Villain, critics made it so

Indeed I fought back each time, on the go

I no de carry last, dem sef know

My teenage was a toad

Reaching the heights and back to the ground, I was a tadpole

Blind to My Mother's love, My mind closed 

Until now, My youth is an owl

My eyes are my experiences, so much in me it's formed a foam

Until now, My youth is a horse

I am a foal

Rebel

 Malcolm and karl Markx

Fela and Tupac 

And Ali and the Rebel Queen boudica

And Gayus Julius Caecar

These People were at some point labelled Rebels

Yet They died in that path

But I adore and adorn Them 

Henceforth therefore, I declare Myself a Rebel

After all My antecedents already shows I am one

And the second to no one 

Self study

 No school nor national youth

For I shall educate Myself

Like Malcolm x and Henry Ford 

And Ali and Elon Musk 

This is a must 

The Lion

 For donkey years, no girlfriend nor best friend

Only a focused lens 👀

We're alone, yet content

For We have no pair, yet have no peer

We, are our own Heir 

I am not the finest nor brightest 

Nor the strongest nor fondest

I am not flyest nor smartest 

Nor the wealthiest nor flashiest

But if you want My respect, do not buy with money 

Or You will be disappointed 

You sha can buy My perfumes ☹️

Whether or not I am wealthy 

Whether or not I dine with Kings

I am AAwuroshi'ye

Sardauna the first, second to no one

I am a Lion, for I know Myself 😏 

Everyone and no one

 Everyone is seemingly, about twenty twenty-three 

The drama, the intrigues 

For me tho, I am no APCist nor PDPist

Nor Osinbajist nor Tinubist

I am especially no Buharist, nor anybodist

I belong to no one, I belong to everyone 

For now, let Me stick to My perfumes 

And My auto pursuit 

So I may grow abloom

The beast

 Lately I amaze Myself

My tolerance level now above all

And My patience level, below none

Lately, I amaze Myself

could it be because now I've grown? 

Or that now I fight, but for a course, a purpose... 

Not merely for My ego? 

Or because now my mind wanders far in the dessert, in search for ethos and logos... 

It could be anything 

For only the beast retires to its den

But when comes oppression, injustice, it shall be unleashed then

WAllahi. 

We're AAwuroshi'ye

 We're AAwuroshi'ye

Our hearts expound

Our minds astound

Our personalities compound

Our confidence no doubt

We're AAwuroshi'ye

Our past, sound, yet unsound

Hence Our Spirits aroused

Our souls devout

Our potentials unbound

For Our ambitions profound

We're AAwuroshi'ye

Sardauna the first 💁‍♀️

Second to no one 🙅‍♀️ 

Sickle cell

 Some say sickle cell is death sentence

Well I say it is a vampire, for it feeds from the Human blood and flesh

But Vampires are Mortals, for all We need is to shine a little light on Them 

So this Vampire could be murdered, if only We knew how strong We are 

This Vampire could be murdered, murdered by matching genotypes, if only We're aware 

Some say sickle cell is death sentence, but in fact it isn't... 

For I have seen Warriors live donkey years 

And I have seen Warriors climb mountains

And I have seen Warriors survive and thrive, and surpassed all odds 

Indeed... I have seen Warriors 

My Heir

 For donkey years

No Girlfriend nor best Friend

Only a focused lens 👀

For I have no pair 

And have no peer 

I am My own Heir 

And I am AAwuroshi'ye 

Sardauna the first 💁‍♀️ 

Second to no one 🙅‍♀️ 

Lion and Cheetah

 I am the Producer, Director and Actor

I am the Lion, Alexander

I am thirty and thirsty and eager 

I am a lightening speed, Ceasar

I am a Lion, I am a Cheetah 

Reminiscence

 Two days today, I bumped in to this Damsel, tall and fair and slim, of a glowing and glorious face, In Her hijab from top to feet

Couldn't help but stare as She approached  and passed Me by, She noticed, but I continued to stare in amazement without disguise. 

Believe Me I continued to stare until She disappeared. I smiled, My mind smiled too 

For all I see is You, hence proceeded to My destination 

Money

 Our world revolves around money, everywhere I go it is money, money, money. If You have it, You are adorned, if You have it not, You are appalled. 

But I don't care

For I do not define You by Your money 

Hence if You want My respect, do not buy with money, or You will be disappointed. 

Thank God I am not defined by money

My mind defines Me

Therefore whether or not I make money... 

I am AAwuroshi'ye

Sardauna the first 💁‍♀️

Second to no one 🙅‍♀️

🦁 🦁 🦁 

Azeezah

 Ussually in poetry, the encyclopedia is my guide

But to describe You, even the encyclopedia is a lie🤷‍♀️

Therefore let My pen dance to the rhythm

As My heart give the beats

And My mind wander in the pattern of Your face and grace

Assalam, Sister in Islam

For I have been to places

I have seen faces

But I have seen none like You, in ages

I have circumnavigated from North side Borno

Down south Ondo

Through the Sahara and across Congo

But until I saw You, I knew without further adieu 

For Your artistry is way out the window

What a piece of art to behold

Assalam, Azeezah♥️

First time I saw You, I was mesmerized

As before now, to love I was blind

Today, You gave Me sight

With You in My burdened life

I feel free, as the Bird in the sky

But drowning in Your thoughts, You are the Nile

Make Me Your king, so You be My Cinderella

For They call Me Azeez, oh zeezah🤩

My Mona Lisa, My zeezah

Oh Zeezee😍

You blow Me away, as the wind does the kite

Please answer My call, for You are the light

The dawn of My dark mind

Assalam, Sister in Islam ♥