Anas Dansalma's Blog

 I have been quietly thinking, if not for amusement, how could ever science - just imagine how we come to know about Newton's law of motion, Boyle's law etc. - be meaningful without language?  Was it because Buhari was speaking Hausa comfortably when he ill-advised the students who by all conjuncture, I'm even certain, need English more than the science to comprehend the science embedded in the language they are being taught with in their school. 85% of students who fail, in the North to be specific, their exams have been usually as the result of the gap in communication. Many of them are too intelligent to fail (believe me); if not for deficiency in English, they would have been doing well. Also, there are many who English has made to be opportunistic. It is not because they are the smartest but lucky somewhere to be able to speak the language and thus, opportunities keep on knocking their doors. Some even rose to hold political offices with no practical ingenuity of scien...

HER EYES IS A HEAVEN Eyes is the heaven of a woman For they speak what lips can't say. She has two round sparkling eyes Her sclera reminds me of heaven And the hue coloured circle poses Like the bulb of an iris flower blown By the breeze of an utter amazement Which makes her smart lens stretch Casting their looks on me like spells While her steep arched eyebrows Will widen the two stars sparkling Making me crazier than I ever thought To quickly react with elation.. Yes, I have seen her, Bilkisu I would reply God with gratitude For letting me see how paradise Which I always pray for looks like. Penned by; (c)Anas Ɗansalma 1st August, 2020. For you as my barka da Sallah, the moon of my heart.

BARKAN MU DA SADUWA DA NI ANAS ƊANSALMA A WANI SHIRIN NA #HIRARMU. A WANNAN SATI HIRAR DAI A KAN SHA'ANIN HALIN DA IYAYE SUKE CIKI NE DA MALAMAI A GIDAJENSU A YAYIN WANNAN  ZAMA NA KULLE. Maƙociyarmu: Anas yauwa ku ne malaman makaranta. Don Allah wai yaushe za a koma makaranta ne gaba ɗaya. Na dai ji ana ƴan SS 3 da JS3 da Pri. 6 za su koma ko? Ni: Wlh haka da fari Boss Mustapha ya faɗa. Daga baya ya kuma abin ya bi ruwa. Sannan jiya nake jin ma ministan Ilimi yana cewa wai an fasa yin jarabawar WAEC da ma buɗe kowacce makaranta. Wlh har zuwa watan Agusta cewa yai kar a sa rai. Komawar nan fa, ina ga sai an tafi zuwa Disamba ko Sabuwar shekara ma. Maƙociyarmu: Anas na mutu! Amma an yi ɗan iska. In ce shi ma ministan Ilimin da akwai Boss a cikin sunansa ko? (Nai dariya ta ishe ni). Wlh tunda taƙamarsu Bosa-bosai ne ya kamata a samu Actor wanda zai kashe Boss ɗin nan kowa ya huta.  Ni: Kai! Wlh ba ruwa. Kisa fa kike faɗa! Maƙociyarmu: Dalla can ba kisan gaske ba. I...

The touch of your love Upon my harden heart Is like the touch of God Upon an unbeliever's heart When no one is expecting him To believe in the sanctity of your grace That I believe you're the most grandeur That have ever existed to me And much more worthy of my worship. Just know Bilkisu, Your heart will be a temple Where I shall always bow in devotion And with each day I will grow piety That you yourself will have to reward me With the paradise buried in your heart.

SHIMFIƊA (Introduction) Zan so farawa da tuna mana cewa harshen Hausa na kan cigaba da samun farin jini da zaurawa da ke ƙara zawarcin sa, inda toshinsu ya kai har ga ƙanƙamar sa da koyan sa da amfani da shi a harkoki na yau-da-kullum kama daga gida Nijeriya har zuwa ƙasar Sin waɗanda sun yi nisa tuni wajen yaɗa labarai cikin harshen na Hausa. Wannan ga duk mai hikima da fahimtar rayuwa ya san cigaba ne ga al'umma da ta mallaki wannan harshe. Zai yi kyau mai karatu ya san cewa rubutun Hausa ba kawai bayyana ya yi ba daga sama, balle a rubuta shi kara-zube kamar yadda dubbun nan masu amfani da shi har ga cikin Hausawa kansu ke yi masa. Tarihin samuwar rubutun Hausa, idan aka ɗauke rubutun Ajami na Hausa, to na zamani ya faro ne da Turawa masu bincike (explorers) har zuwa ga Turawan mulkin da kuma dawowa hannun ƴan ƙasa, wato malumanmu na jiya da yau da suke a manyan makarantu da jami'o'i. Tun a waɗancan lokuta Hausa ta riƙa gamuwa da ƙalubale, musamman na yadda za a yi ...

Dear my death angel, Where have you been?               Come as much closer to me As you have always wanted to be. Dear my death angel, Don't you hear me groaning              For my loudest bleeding wounds Which are the story of misfortune? Dear my death angel, Don't you know I'm a wounded prey                Hunted by avaricious canines Who want to rip my flesh apart? Dear my death angel, Come to the North where I live                Forsake me not to the demons Whose bullets are more ruthless than you. Dear my death angel, My house is now a pool of blood                Brimming over my tattred head Filled with the fear of my marauders. Dear my death angel, Night is day and day is night                To me that I could see them ...

Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks, The sound of a broken thunder. Never do I ever heard of it before, But, now it’s the pulsation of my heartbeat. The thunder through the calm atmosphere, Came it as dark as Satan’s spiteful heart. Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah! The sound of a heavy gun! The North is now a tatted garden asunder, Kidnapped I am day and night for ransom, That I've turned fountain for the vampires. Paralyzed we are with broken thunder, Driving us to untimely early graves, In numbers weakening our hands to bear. Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah!                 The sound of a heavy gun! Fathers weep for their lovely pregnant wives, Mothers weeping for their innocent children, While children yell at corpses of their parents Everyone jittery and everywhere condolences, Which throw its stinging throes in our hearts As love kept reincarnating their bodily mirages Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks, T...