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REPLY TO BASHIR AHMAD, NEW MEDIA AIDE TO THE PRESIDENT ON SENATOR RABI'U MUSA KWANKWASO'S LETTER ON THE SORROWFUL STATE OF KANO STATE. Dear Bashir Ahmad, I am shockingly staggered, with due respect sir, by your pretence of ignorance, as a young Nigerian, that letters personally sent to leaders hardly and sadly reach them or/and are oftentimes discarded with no trace of even acknowledgement. This fact has forced many concerned Nigerians of reputable publications and even the common growing youth to either be silent or send an open letters, at least, by doing so, it will serve as a way of clearing their conscience and to be a proof to their fellow people whom often hold them at fault for not writing such letters to authorities in order to let them know of their condition since aides like you and many others seemed oblivious or preoccupied…. Undeniably sir, no government succeeds without accepting constructive criticism, but for most of the write-ups scribbled to your govern...

  TRIBUTE TO A DECEASED FRIEND (A short autobiography written by Anas Ɗansalma In memory of Tahir) On 10th April, 2020. "Whosoever has not been admonished by death will never be admonished by words of mouth." I grew up in a circle of friends, though very amicable to all, but very choosy in selecting those who I should come close to. Perhaps, it was because of my nerdy and introversive nature. I love to stay quiet and which often times has been making me to stay indoors in order to avoid the cacophonous argumentative topics like the football dispute that usually culminated in uproar and series of blows. The brawl last long until the bone of contention is broken by contrastive defeat. We also gab on most girl-pretty topics. It sounded exciting to look at pretty girls and try to discern which one is prettier than the other or even about the prettiest. To be candid, I do like such discussion, but had little respect for love. Therefore, I barely listened to them and inste...

DEATH If I remember death It makes me feel useless Than the fact that I exist To be buried beneath the earth Which I once walked and trampled Mindless that with each step I did I was digging deep my inescapable home Which therein I shall be forgotten to rot Not even my name some could remember Or how ugly beautiful I used to look Except for what I sow of love and humility Which shall pop up to their consciousness And then shall they say; Allah ya jiƙansa!

Mindless Almajiri I call the place eerie jungle But, he calls it a homey home That he sat so comfy and quiet To allow me fully gaze deeper Not to his aridly weepy smudged eyes But to his heart which is a scrap of misery. Despite the holy COVID-19 virus He was unmasked as he sits Beside him see did I his company A candle thawing into nothingness And exactly as such he sees life Nothing for he has nothing to love. "Aren't you scared of COVID-19?" He smirked and his regrettably He threw his hand behind him An empty bowl appeared hungrily He thrast it to my curious eyes "What has Almajiri got to worry about?" With dismay I peered to his his words I see expression of being disowned I see pain of being taunted by the South I see dreams dying as he breathe I see the reasons to turn him a terrorist I see why my country is falling apart. When no mercy exist When no vision guides When the powerful grows greedy When pride reigns over humil...

LET'S DEFEAT COVID-19 COVID-19 our unprecedented enemy Creeping through our bodies' pores Ambushing our respiratory organs Shackling our ankles to a boring home Sitting so quiet with mournful smiles Gripping our hearts in fear; baffled By hundreds of death; gone forever. The smarm patients who fret in fright Whose lives hang between its fangs Whom their snatched breath cowed us As if some smoky elves hunting us More of a vampire hungrily draining  Both our economy and spirituality Deserting  masjids and churches. Let's defeat COVID-19 Quarantining is not despair Beware we are Africans The warriors of our misery A vanquished foe you shall be And safer than China we shall be To beat our chest that we've won. Penned by; Anas Ɗansalma 25/2/2020

Please, open your arms Which between them I see A wide heaven’s gate That quenches a rover’s thirst to trail   Please, open your arms Which know not of my forlorness  But being the witnesses to my crave  Buried in my long journey to your heart  Please, open your arms For me to bow vor before your grace  That I shall not give thee all golds   But I shall make thee a glittering gold Please, open your arms And make them be two perches I shall not only roost as wanderers do But shall live forever in your comfort. Please, open your arms Which will not only caress my pain But its warmth shall bed-pet me To sleep, making me melt in your love Please, open your arms And your face will be my mirror Which like a devotion i'll stare at And see words that you couldn't utter Please, open your arms Which in them I shall feel no fear Of missing or losing you not to death Which shall be so scared to come close Please, open your ar...

I thought I was so sagacious Not to be entrapped by love But now I have to accept naivety Having got lost in your charms Like an accursed spell is on me And your charisma spices it up So much that your sight weakens The courage to approach you And yet, it set my heart ablaze Burning the ambers of your love. Oh lord! When shall I be bold  To face my sweetheart Or is it condemned i'm eternally To blow her secret dozen kisses That will never touch her lips And by that, she will never know  Of my lunacy or of my phobia Oh no! Today I shall break the ice  I shall break the silence with loudness "I love you" shall know no barriers again. So help me God!