Anas Dansalma's Blog

Ko shakka babu, kowa zai yadda da ni cewa dokar zama wuri ɗaya (lockdown) a sakamakon cutar Kwaronabairus ta tada ƙura tuli wadda ta sa mutane ba sa iya ganin gabansu balle kuma sanin ina suka nufa a sakamakon hakan an samu ƙalubale masu yawa ta fuskar kasuwanci da rashin kewayawar kuɗi a hannun al’umma tare da ma rashin samun albashi ga masu aiki a kanfanoni da masana’antu da makarantun masu zaman kansu. Sannin kowa ne cewa gwamna Nasir El-Rufa’i na jihar Kaduna na sawun gaba-gaba wajen yaƙi da cutar da al’umma kansu har yau ke kokwanton ko ma akwai ta a gaske a garuruwansu ko dai ita ma cutar tana yin abin nan ne na “mutuwa ɗauki ran matsokaninki” saboda tana kama masu ziyare-ziyaren ƙasashen waje kaɗai da muƙarrabansu. Wannan ta sa wucewa ta Kaduna daga Kano zuwa Abuja tamkar tsallaka siraɗi ne mai ƙarfin tsarga zuciyar matafiya da damuwa. Wannan ta sa a yau nake son ba ku labarin irin ƙalubalen da na sha a wannan hanya ta Kano-Kaduna-Abuja tare da bayyana ra’ayina a kan wasu...

I have seen humans Superb in theology and critique That when they speak of God The heaven bows at their words And from their holy lips drift A stream of ceaseless truth Their brains are loaded with verses Whose rendition they alter to advocate What their whims best desire to achieve That which sounds music to their listeners While reading God in their feeble hands Losing the core notion of their deen Deen is sincerity in monotheism Believing His scripture pragmatically Loving His massagers boundlessly To obey their Islamic leaders compliantly Where orders meet objective righteously When the common folk live fraternally Sincerity reminds me of Salmanul Farisi Of noble birth and unquantifiable love Who roamed from freedom to slavery Who penetrate the shadows of darkness to light  Whose instinctive sincerity led him far distant Land of Mecca to quench his thirty for utter truth      This is sincerity of faith

KATSINA PEOPLE ARE DYING When you look at Katsina You will see how woe is befalling Like a thunderstorm razing homes  Instilling deep muted resounding terror Like a lion devouring every single peace. When you look at Katsina Death is no longer a shy abstract shadow For day and night it chases every soul Women, children and few men fleeing Littering every inch with a bloody corpse When you look at Katsina They've forgotten COVID-19 or NCDC update They're not asking for the fake palliatives They're only asking for a security taskforce They're only demanding the chance to live. When you look at Katsina You will see reincarnation of Sambisa You  will see negligence of governments You will see Mr. President's home town Bowing before the indecent marauders.  Ya Allah help Katsina people. Penned by; (c) Anas Ɗansalma. 16th May, 2020.

First of  all, I am not in support of the Almajirci system at this critical moment of the Northern value decadence. But, I would wish to share my view in regards to negligence as the reason for Almajirci system's deterioration that made people see it as evil and thereby blame the Hausa people who by all justification deserve so, but quite unfair when directed to the children who are mere victims of negligence. Almajirci is not a bad culture as people project it, it is only a neglected culture that couldn't be incorporated into our modernity which has made it fail that even the government and the masses shamelessly blame the victims whose villages to date are suffering substandard boko educational system, lack of agricultural input, absence of drinkable water, except if the rain falls; infrastructure and absence of social amenities that are no longer a political bait because they (villagers) were made to think they are only possible in the city. By genetic pedigree of the...

If ever I could live as a gardener who grow flowers, Roses; red as blood in us that defines our pedigree, With radiant buds dancing in the breeze, I will be a demi-love God, giving them wings, Amusing them with childhood stories, How mother will bathe me in the morning, Yet before noon dusty and at night fast asleep, I will tell them how much softer were your lips, Softer than a lover’s heart who kisses their round buds, At the sight of their damsel's smiling face, I will remind them how patiently I nursed them up, Watering, protecting an' feeding them with love, I will tell them my mom did more than that, So much that they’ll be gripped tight by your awe, Like a nerdy boyfriend’s first date flower grip, So firm that their urge to fly in search  of you is unbearable, I'll inspire them as tireless as you used to be, To fly higher and travel to your abode, They shall like drizzle fall on your rooftop, And like I always did jump and run to hug you, Remembe...

RAYUWAR TSUNTSUN NAJERIYA Ya Ilahi mahaliccin sararin samaniya, Wacce yau na ji tai shiru ba hauragiya. Na duba sararin sama ba tsuntsu ko guda, Na ɗan gusa sai na ga sheƙuna maƙil ana kokekeniya. Na ɗan matsa sai nai tambayar mujiya, Nan fa na firgita, na ga an cizge musu matashiya. Nai mamakin wane ne yai wannan cakwakiya, Sai sun ka gaya mini gwamnati ce tai kulleleniya. Ina dalili sai sun ka ce an samu mashasshara ne, Na ce wacce? Sun ka ce min ta Kwaroniya. Nai salati, nac ce to, wagga ad dalili na takunkumi? Sun ka ce shakka babu lamari har ya wuce na maleriya. Can dai na lura sun rame matuƙa ainun, Har ba ka iya bambance ɗan shila da masu kumariya. Nan sun ka ce rabon su da ƙoto tun watan jiya, Gwamnatin tai watsi da su ya ruɓaɓɓen naman miya. Sun ka ce  Anas tuna rayuwar tsuntsu mana, Na ce haƙƙun don sai ya fita kullum yake samun na abin miya. Sun ka ce ba damar fita daga sheƙa ko mutum ya sheƙa, Nac ce ina? Sun ka ce lahira don maharba na r...