POEM - HOPELESS LOVER - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

HOPELESS LOVER

He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid

 He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm

All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border

The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered

Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained

Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does

              FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI

Poem - Mother's day! ZAINAB M MUSA

The praise of a mother
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,

To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.

She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.

She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.

She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
 
                    ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!

Poem - A tolerated killer - Nasruddeen

A tolerated killer


Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.


Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.


Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.


I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?

NSA Mbaya.