The northwestern sight in the evening
And southeastern talk in the morning.
A Southwestern smile in the afternoon
And northeastern love in the midnight

After all the obstacles I crossed,
I think this life will be lofted.
I was born lovely to be lifted.
Dedicated to a particular cause
All struggles will be for
the benefit of the rest.
But, I understand things like
There is enmity and hatred.
 Between life and the dead.
There's unrest and conflict
 between the rich and the poor.
 There's fighting and harmony
 between hearts and love.

The trumpet is gradually blowing.
It's neither awake nor asleep.
And the drum beat hit a bit.
And the whispering voice that you hear
Later, the bold roar of a wolf rises.
Far in the distance, a speechless child
Waving her hand to catch the green
Imagine this kind of dreaming.
Happening in the sense of reality
Moving toward the girl horrendously
But my tongue was quaking like a snake.
I don't know what to say to help.
Because of the hideousness of her face,
It was a call from the darkness.
My name is loudly mentioned periodically.

Safana...
Safana...
Saaaffffaaannnnaa!
Take me away.
Take me away.
Take me away.

Dark smoke diffuses from an unknown space.
It covers almost everywhere in space.
I started coughing.
I think I will go to the grave. That is.
I am absolutely tethered to the rope and,
I'm being dragged somewhere like a hole.
 
I screamingly shouted 
Again and again,
And then, quite suddenly,

And then,
silence suddenly,
My eyes slowly begin to open
I am beneath a concrete canopy.
It's a stone chamber like a crypt.
Far from it, it's a ropeless,
a suspended bed draped in a red blanket

I am dragged heavily towards the bed's edge.
Suddenly, I am suspended between up and down.
And the man, with a horror face, woke from the bed
approaching my side, invoking Cyphe incantations.
He circled the ground with red blood.
His gaze was fixed on the roof. He is
Incanting with an unperceiveable word.

"wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u"

"demuni yimitu ina
gurorowoni yarik’u."

"o፣ widi yesī’oli āganiniti፣

weyi widi yesī’oli seyit’anati

weyi widi yekirīpiti seyit’ani"

He took his head and looked 
deeply into my sight, then a knife.
appeared in his hand. 
He approached where I am suspended.
All of a sudden, he came and stabbed the knife in the area of my chest.
I screamingly shouted again
and again and I woke up when
I realized it was my cat 
sitting on my chest.

My life is full of chaos. 
I believe I can solve everything;
there is nothing else I can do.
Holding a pen to write something
bright and dark
If I could remember when I was
in my early years, I could feel
Something like pain and gain
Something like "sweet and sour"
When food is a friend to the rich
and the hunger, is a friend to the poorest.
No one has lent a hand to us,
to hold and get out of the fire.
My life has been in dungeon
Because of torture not nurtured.
The system is still unchanged
Because of the ugliest leadership.

He is my hero in the winter.
My role model in the summer.
My bravery in the spring season.
My conqueror in the fall season.
He is my dad and my total life.

He gave me life when I was dead.
He gave me health when I was sick.
He fed my life when I am hungry.
He filled me with the light of knowledge.
He filled my heart with love and fairness.

He is my bright, sunny days in life.
He is the energy source I am gaining.
He is my beloved mentor everywhere.
And he is more than a betterment of all.
He is my power, my love, and my dad.

S =   She is someone I have never seen.
A  = Affectionately, she stole my heart. 
U  = Under the bright blue evergreen.
D  = Diligently, she breaks my heart.
A  = Adorably, her sight hit my heart.
T  = Tastefully, her words diluted me.

Something terrible
And so many injured
And the rest's life lost
When the train blast

M = My Best in a life

O = Optimum to my life

T = Triumph to my life

H = Hallowed to my life

E = Excellent to my life

R = Radiant to my life

A man is a woman's pride.
A woman is a man's pride.
They live above and beyond.

A husband is a wife's pride.
A wife is a husband's pride.
They live in sweet and bitter.

There is no one on the road.
In the street, I can see everything.
Sitting on the home's ledge Chatting as loudly as a horn
They yell at everyone instead of cleaning their homes and streets.

Is this a serious sanitation day or
is it a holiday?

One light sparkles in the shade.
Like a rainbow that isn't raining,

The hue is brilliant and bright.
as the hue of the sky and the seas

It is colorful, like a green forest,
and monochromatic with no dots.

In the spring and fall, it's water-like
And the rainy season's cloudy form

Be like a honey bee.
Buzz yourself into the air.
Look at flowers
A colorful flower

Lick the nectar and
fly again. 
Go to the chamber and
yield a honey bee.

Don't look at the rotten leaf, look at the tree that made the leaf spoiled.

Today is bright and tomorrow could be white.

Don't try to find my secret. It will take you to the tomb.

Knowledge is a weapon to repair or destroy, and ignorance is a nuclear weapon to totally destroy.

I had a dream that the world was covered in green.

A beautiful morning takes a happy person to the beauty of the day.

Sometimes I make a typo, and other times I make grammatical errors.
 
I am not a newbie to English, but I
give priority to my father tongue.
 
And now, I understand that my English is improving.

It appeared to be in a pond.
Like the jelly form of a fish,
Moving together to hunt,
The giant shark in the pond

O' Mother
I promise
I will never give it up,
And, no surrender
until my success
attacked my hand
I promise you, O' Mother
The long time dreaming
The ever forever wishes
And prayers you offered
Will never be into vain
I promise you, O' Mother
No matter how wingless I am
No matter how sightless I am
I will be morally sound, I am
I promise you, O' Mother

I did remember, when I
Was nothing but fluid in
The womb that carry me
since I was in the early hours,
the first of the day,
all weeks in the months
All trimesters are gone, like the
first, second, and third.
When she got sick and ill
And she vomited, all days
She felt dizzy and drowsy, all
In the preparation to have me
She is more than this world
She is a queen to all Queendoms
She is a light, lightening my life
She is My Optimum Mother (MOM

An evening outing with friend
As she invited me to the shops
I felt like I am the king of kano
That time, I see how treated I'm
A soft care from the beautiful
That day I understand I am man
We play games in the game
We licked on the candy in the shop
We sat on green grass in shoprite
We laid on our backs looking at sky
We sang a song that bring sweet
Me and my friend on 17 March, 22

She is soft like a cloud
When she was younger
She speaks well cleverly
She hurt no one and all
She was like green leaf
In the ever green forest
She smile in the darkness
And the light beam away
She looked at the sunshine
And the day's bright awake
She called the ocean and
The fishes responded
She is my girl in the
Ancient days of love

I have choose red berry
With a fine red  bark but
In Its inner there's bitter...
I think it could be sweet
Sweetest like nectarine,
No! Its bitter like a Bitrex

The evening is bright, when
I see the name written with
Blue and bright cloud on sky
Asma'u, the name on the sky
I love the owner of the name
Because, she a is bluebells flower
She is scenting like coral rose
She is a family of Delphiniums
I could recall her a lot of seconds
Because she is my childhood girl
Albeit, the destiny took us away
But we are still like bro. and Sis.

I found a pale bright pink flower
On my way to plant the seed of light
I think we will grow on mountains
Together with snow and rain fallen
Above our heads are flying birds
Singing to the sunshine in the blue
We spent walking in the sun and dry
We sat on the desert and hot coal tar
We did a little hour sleep on barks
To prove the affectionate feeling on us
We think it is brief intimacy but a mighty
We became like honey and nectarine
We became like waters and the fishes
We became like inhale and exhale
We became like every good and better
When we were teenagers at ten

I begin with a Praise
To praise the Praiser
He who praised Bless
And the bless Blest...
A Man with a Mind
To avoid the wrong
And  Friend to right
He Who talk to pure
And He said, no fear
To Those Who rehear
The sound they hear
A Man who had Print
On His Sole a Footprint
For the tracers to trace.

With Original Words
Writers Opened Wonderful
World Of Writers


WOW!

The Dark Diaries

The chicken is fried
No knife to chop and
No spoon to use and eat
The bowl is filled with
chickens, I have imaginary
knife and spoon to chop the
The fried poetry chicken
Placed on Imaginary table
In the imaginary bowl

In the morning, firstly
Eat nothing but honey
The brain will be fresh
And body will be warmed

Then, we must get in the kitchen...
Fresh ingredient are well packed
So let the Biryani of peace cooked

Now, world is full of thirsty of war
Every nation is eager, to attack or defend...

So what to do?

Just to prepare to take Biryani of peace after been cooked

Talk and hard talk... It will
not solve the equation.
The giants must think
Summits are called
Tables were rounded (again,
no solution).
The world is hungry for
conflict...
No peace-food to feed.
We must get in the kitchen to prepare the Biryani of peace.
For the sake of people's lives

And the nature woke me up
Warmly I took my fresh pen
I acidified the ink in the pen
I surfaced the paper and pen
I begin to mix paper and pen
Stirring the paper with pen
In the *** of paper and pen
To make a fine poetry cheese
The cheese is cheap and chop
Imaginary by mouth and teeth
In the kitchen where no flour
And milk or butter but papers
And pens all in  " Safana Poetry Kitchen"

The sun is hot and
The sand is waterless
No water moisture
And the plants, thirsty
And its flower dried

The harmattan scent
In the hot season, and
The smell of a sand in
The raining season...
What a wow! In this time
The glacier fall from top
And,  hills remain rocky
The seas filled up to the brim
The river canals are running
Everywhere, is a moisture
Aquaphobia are passing-away
And Aquaphiles are breathable
The sky turned dusky dust
And the earth unhappy all
Because, the causes of ...
Global Warming

Every day, I can see my antelope.
In my dreams, we just get by.
In the winter, like an envelope
We were folded in with a rope.
To love each other as an isotope.
I can see that she is truly worth it.
I gave her imagination broad scope.
We're never going to elope.
To live together is what we hope.
With peace and harmony, no mope

I mean I will never love you
No reason but I will ever see...

The way simples took simplicity
They touched no any electricity
That will cause lot of complexity

Love in lives are  synchronicity
No matter how lives are paucity
No matter how love is menacity

This world is gone into rapacity
Most human filled with a cecity
For them to own wrong fugacity

Lives and love out of mendicity
Will never lived in one capacity
To share joyful ways of vivacity

Let plot the love not in predacity
Let our lives lived, not in scarcity
Let our mind feel great sequacity

To be on the way that simples took simplicity to drag a pen on the paper to draw fictions and nonfiction on the "WOW"

Yesterday is bitter and
Today's sour and I think
Tomorrow could be sweet

انشاء الله

Sometimes liquid
Sometimes watery
In the cup and bowl
Sometimes white
Sometimes pale yellow
A liquid grains pap

Safana gari ne...
Safana gari ne...
Safana gari ne...

Safana gari ne
Na tabbata zan kwana cikin sa
Ba bu yadda za ai na barshi don
Ya zamo mahalli na...

Na riko wanni abu
Can cikin zuciya babu mai sa janye
Don ko shine gaba na

Zuciya ta rkice...
Tun daren da na ganka
Zuciya ta kagauta kai nake so na gani

Ya ka dan saurayi
Kai nake so ka gane
Ba bu mai sa ni na janye duk kalamai da nai

Hankali na
Zuciya ta
Dukka sun  kagauta
So nake yi na ganka
Ka zamo kussa da ni

Kai Habeeb dan Habeeb
So da kauna na ba ka
Ba bu mai sa na karbe
Don ko kai ne a gaba

Auwal ne
Auwal ne
Auwal ne

Auwal ka gane
Son ka ya mamaye
Zuciya ta da raina
Rayuwa ta ka ce

In kano so
Sai ka so
Dukka ni ta ka ce

Auwal ne
Auwal ne
Auwal ne

When?

Sincerely, photons are producing light
And women giving birth of children and the moralities. We must keep praising women because they are mothers more especially My Mother because she is everything to me.