*MY SHAYI☕*
A symbol of friendship
A herbal nourishing drink of the average Hausa man
My Shayi☕
My black Shayi scented with ginger and cloves
My Companion in all weather conditions
I love my Shayi☕
Black and too hot for you
*Shayi: A hausa word for Tea
*Maryam Salman*
Saturday, 28 April 2018
My life - MAJ
I'm frightened of what's to come,
For life seems not to abscond,
As my fantasy grows narrower,
The enthusiasm fades like the trade,
The more I saw the less it becomes,
It curls but of difficulty,
Sometimes I feel like to deter,
But of what use is life without hurdles?
Even in our fantasies we like mysteries,
The higher I go the steeper it becomes,
Just like a rope curled into a corn,
It's difficult to make but beautiful to site.
My life
MAJ
For life seems not to abscond,
As my fantasy grows narrower,
The enthusiasm fades like the trade,
The more I saw the less it becomes,
It curls but of difficulty,
Sometimes I feel like to deter,
But of what use is life without hurdles?
Even in our fantasies we like mysteries,
The higher I go the steeper it becomes,
Just like a rope curled into a corn,
It's difficult to make but beautiful to site.
My life
MAJ
POEM - LIFE AS A ROPE - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
LIFE AS A ROPE
Like the rope tied,
Bigger circles below and smaller above,
Our hopes decrease in length,
Due to the challenges of life.
We've had many wishes,dreams and hopes when we were little,
But all reduced as life goes on,
That's how it works
But anything can be changed,
It's a sparkling rope of life,
Twisted and rolled into that,
It can be unrolled to a single rope
And tied to a different shape with hope
And the way it worked can be moped.
Setting the levels of our dreams and hopes to be equal
From childhood to adulthood,
Not only remaining constant,but increasing with time
So,let's tie our ropes in the weirdest pattern to suit the levels of our dreams
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Like the rope tied,
Bigger circles below and smaller above,
Our hopes decrease in length,
Due to the challenges of life.
We've had many wishes,dreams and hopes when we were little,
But all reduced as life goes on,
That's how it works
But anything can be changed,
It's a sparkling rope of life,
Twisted and rolled into that,
It can be unrolled to a single rope
And tied to a different shape with hope
And the way it worked can be moped.
Setting the levels of our dreams and hopes to be equal
From childhood to adulthood,
Not only remaining constant,but increasing with time
So,let's tie our ropes in the weirdest pattern to suit the levels of our dreams
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
POETRY TALENT - Memories - Fateemah Sumda
Memories
I watched as you faded like dusk into a darkness uncontained.you faded into a moonless night devoid of stars. you where once my sun in the sky. but you turned into a whisper in the wind. we were so real like living dreams. all of a sudden you became invisible. all that's left is feelings in memory .once upon a time we stumbled upon our love which I thought will last forever. tonight is another for which I reminisce...on a story long told.
I watched as you faded like dusk into a darkness uncontained.you faded into a moonless night devoid of stars. you where once my sun in the sky. but you turned into a whisper in the wind. we were so real like living dreams. all of a sudden you became invisible. all that's left is feelings in memory .once upon a time we stumbled upon our love which I thought will last forever. tonight is another for which I reminisce...on a story long told.
POEM - GANEEY TOYYIB
Inscribed on the wall
Are flowers with dropping nectar
But I see the wall incomplete
Cos of the twisted rope
To the front
To the right
Is the rope twisted
Till a twisted hill is formed
Such is the twisting
The traveler of earth
Experiences
Are flowers with dropping nectar
But I see the wall incomplete
Cos of the twisted rope
To the front
To the right
Is the rope twisted
Till a twisted hill is formed
Such is the twisting
The traveler of earth
Experiences
POEM - KNOTS - SAFIYYA
KNOTS.
When once the rope was tangled
Like my heart
Into a twisted, knotted mass
When once the stars in the night sky
Lost their twinkling ambience
When once the moon was shadowed,
I knew not how to cry.
I yearned to cut the loops
And be free like the bird
I longed to leave it whole, and not lose those fragments
I longed for slim expert fingers
To loosen them up.
I longed for the starry nights, and a full, open heart on a long untangled night.
When once the rope was tangled
Like my heart
Into a twisted, knotted mass
When once the stars in the night sky
Lost their twinkling ambience
When once the moon was shadowed,
I knew not how to cry.
I yearned to cut the loops
And be free like the bird
I longed to leave it whole, and not lose those fragments
I longed for slim expert fingers
To loosen them up.
I longed for the starry nights, and a full, open heart on a long untangled night.
POOR ORPHAN - MARYAM SALMAN
*POOR ORPHAN*
Like the lone piece of rope,
He started his sojourn.
Bit by bit,
He ascended.
Sometimes falling, other times tripping
Never relenting, he kept trying.
Little by little;
He was gaining grounds.
And like the proverbial saying "The going gets tougher"
Almost crushing.
But been determined, he never gave up
Till he reached the Peak of Success.
Like the lone piece of rope,
He started his sojourn.
Bit by bit,
He ascended.
Sometimes falling, other times tripping
Never relenting, he kept trying.
Little by little;
He was gaining grounds.
And like the proverbial saying "The going gets tougher"
Almost crushing.
But been determined, he never gave up
Till he reached the Peak of Success.
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