MIDNIGHT WAKE (A Poem) by Abdullah Muhammadu Salisu

Come O’ little one,
Come lay your head abreast my bossom,
Let my tender palms tend your furrowed brows,
Like the foreigner from ashore set sail and catches ease,
Threshing through zephyr and mirth,
See the green meadows
Glistening in winter mist,
Fair beauties of the rainbow
Glides smoothly on waterfalls,
And lullaby rhymes are song
For babys’ midnight wake.

Come O’ little one,
Fear not, and rest your fair head
On mama’s bossom.

(this poem is was written on the ’29th, Jan. 2015′ by me (Abdullah Muhammadu Salisu), and presented at my school exhibition, Oregun Senior High School 30/01/15 for Literature Class 1c, 2nd term.)


President-elect, Gen. Muhammadu Buhari, by the people, for the people, and of the people of Nigeria

Surely, History had just been made in Nigeria, of such that had never happened in the country, and commonly “unafrican” act. We have heard it in some African countries but for the first time we now experience it in Nigeria. Now hold on that thought.

On Tuesday, March 31st of 2015, #NigeriaDecided their new president-elect, retired Major General Muhammadu Buhari, him that is chosen by the majority, by Nigeria, and by Almighty God, to steer forward Nigeria to a land of milk and honey, a land where everyone lives without fear, corruption-free, suffering – No!. A land of freedom where the common man is heard, where all can proudly call Home sweet Home. A land where “change” simply interpret “development and happy living for all” and everybody lives in peace and harmony. A realistic utopia.

A CHANGE has come to us all Nigerians, a change that will positively effect all.

This is the 4th time he’d contested for the presidential seat. He lost his 1st, 2nd, 3rd run, and fortunately on his 4th run, during which he’d said if should he lose this, that’s the end. He won with the hearts of all Nigerians (the heart of Nigeria).

“Nigeria is what it is because its leaders are not what they should be.” – Chinua Achebe

Succeeding the governance of a government in which administration resulted to rampage of corruption, poor economic stability – devaluation of the currency, unemployment, unstable electricity, time-to-time fuel scarcity, weak security defence, rise of the dreaded insurgent terrorist organization Boko Haram, abduction of the Chibok school girls, and more I will pretend I don’t know of. The lucky star of Nigeria was shining rather too bad, well, Enough of bad-lucks….. To end this paragraph, I believe it is all in a part of the fate of Nigeria.

“Unless Nigeria kills corruption, corruption will kill Nigeria.” – Muhammadu Buhari

Destiny is here..
Yesterday, I was listening to a radio show (on Metro 97.7 FM, Lagos) talking about the Easter’s blessings, when a woman telephoned in and said she was thankful to God for, and described or called Buhari (as) the “Moses of Nigeria”. And also one of the presenters of the show furthermore said that the “….Igbos named Buhari as Ugochukwu” meaning “God’s sent”. Truly.

The president-elect, General Muhammadu Buhari has promised us “Change”. Buhari, In a speech of acceptance, titled “the die is cast”, after the electoral commission declared him winner of the Nigeria’s presidential election and presented him with the certificate of return in Abuja, said “I pledge myself and the government to the rule of law, in which none shall be so above the law that they are not subject to its dictates, and none shall be so below it that they are not availed of its protection. You shall be able to go to bed knowing that you are safe and that your constitutional rights remain in safe hands…..” as reported in an article on Punch NG. He assured however that the dreaded terrorist organization, Boko Haram “will soon know the strength of our collective will and commitment to rid this nation of terror, and bring back peace and normalcy to all the affected areas”, he also said to eradicate poverty and make development of the country’s economic.

Are you still holding that thought? good. Well, for the very first time in Nigeria, happened the event whereby the opposition party defeated the ruling party in a Democratic election, an election which is truly free and fair, thanks to the incumbent president of Nigeria, President Goodluck Jonathan who accepted he had lost, and proved he was also a humble man too, when he called General Buhari that same Tuesday at 5:51, to congratulate him on his success – winning the Saturday’s presidential election. It happened before he (Buhari) was announced the winner of Saturday’s presidential election by the INEC chairman, Prof. Attahiru Jega. That call goes down in the Nigeria history archive. Because, for Jonathan’s spirit of sportsmanship. He had saved many Nigerians from going to riots, which will cost the bloodshed of many fellow Nigerians. President Goodluck Jonathan conceded defeat once it was clear he could not win, and for that fact he received praises from many citizens of Nigerians, and from other respectable and reputable world leaders at all levels, like the US President Barack Obama.

On a usual ground, violence do automatically opt-in. The defeated party will by all means cause chaos, mayhem and bloodshed in the country. Stubbornness. They would assemble their ruthless killers, hoodlums, hooligans, and thugs from every slum areas, street corners and crooks (a.k.a “Agbéros or Area boys”) to set fire on the country’s peaceful people. Innocent souls would be lost and children would end up in orphanage houses or worse. A very bloody protestations. The protesters carries placards reading hate messages, while some carries weapons, such as guns and locally made explosives. Fight-fight an fight-fight for everywhere. After the bloodbath. The sponsorers tries to collect all they had supplies the Agbéros (i.e weapons and such). Well, it’s impossible. Which is why you hear or see fire-arms in the hands of a child young enough to be your great grandson, and also it is the immediate commencement of corruption in the country, from the streets.

“Nobody’s ambition is worth the blood of any Nigerian.” – Goodluck Ebele Jonathan

But thankfully, none of this happened during this year election. So, for it I submit a total respect to the incumbent President Goodluck Jonathan, for keeping his words for a free and fair election guaranteed. I remember in 2013 on Politics Today, a Channels Television programme, badbelle Mr. Asari-Dokubo, a guest on one of the programme’s editions, threaten or should I even say promised bloodshed in Nigeria if President Goodluck Jonathan does not win the 2015 presidential election. I thank God for there weren’t any bloodshed but celebrations (I teh you my brother say the devil is a liar). In a televised address to the country, Jonathan said “Nobody’s ambition is worth the blood of any Nigerian”, I quoted this because it proved a high sense of maturity in Nigeria’s democratic system of government. Also, it boosted Jonathan’s respect Nigerians has for him. Even my dad who was against Jonathan’s administration, saluted him for conceding defeat and showing his governance was for the people not for the glory. He described him as “a humble man…..”. I commend the INEC chairman Prof. Attahiru Jega for a job well done…… Ok o!

To cover a long story short, everything, (except for FFK & Co. were playing dirty in the gutters), is happening smoothly in the country (just as long as it concerns the subject at hand) and the people seems to be connecting stronger by the day, as we now wait for the states government election, 11st of this blessed and happy month of April. A lot is happening pal. While….

For our newly elected president, General Muhammadu Buhari, I wish you total support from Almighty God and fellow Nigerians, in fulfilling your promises, and I pray you be the one the world will recognise as “A Man of the People” and truthful to his words and to all… Ameen!

Head over to my friend @iyabadan’s blog to read a poem for Muhammadu Buhari.

Have a happy Easter holiday,
I’m @amsalisu.

Lamentation of pen

I had always thought “does my pen speak to me?” when I sat there staring at him…. and yes!, he does. This are words I hear my pen say to me.


I have a friend
He loves to write
But he does not know
How to write
He just wishes to write

When he looks around
His environment
Amazing thoughts comes
Out of his mouth

But after the bonnet is shut
The engine does not come on
How can I help this friend?
To put down this thought

When with pen and paper
He cannot interpret his mind
But when with colourful image
He rap his way through
Without rhymes

His mind is not of this world
But the world itself
He asked himself where he is?
For he fears the poverty
Of the pen
The baggage of name
Without the embrace of money
Even in his torment
He ignores the summon of muse
How do I help this friend?

For we are of the same clan
In muse
Although he contends his muse
This is now madness
How do I…

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A Tale for Su’eddie

man drinking wine from gourd


O’ look sir,
up a-spread the pulsating sky,
O’er the little shining stains
…..of Night darkly attired gown,
Look! there, the big rounded rock,
not frowning at all as it carries a folk
a Man’s atop holding a gourd,
filled of wine from the inns of Gods,
he takes a gulp,
from the gourdfull of wine,
stared for like a spinning or more,
to stir-in the wine he gulped at once,
“he he he!” he’d busted to laughter.
“ha ha ha!” the Gods be fadging,
haa-‘d! so merrily in turns at time,
has all had come; gathered to revel?
for he’d claimed his seat
…….amidst of the Gods!

– psalisu. (28th Feb. 2015)

(written for the poet Su’eddie V. Agema, in tribute to writer Abubakar Gimba, and my grandfather, who lived a yearhundred and more)


Another Writer Gone: Abubakar Gimba (1952-2015): A Tribute by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

“in the words of the poet, Hyginus Ekwuazi, may the sands
lie softly on him.”

Su'eddie in Life n' Literature

I got to note yesterday, like many others, that Abubakar Gimba, the talented writer, economist and former Executive Director of the United Bank for Africa and Union Bank, died on 26th February, 2015 at the Minna General Hospital (in Niger state, Nigeria), at about 11:50pm, after a prolonged illness. He was 63 years old.

I came in contact with Abubakar Gimba first through his book Witnesses to Tears which we had to read for our pre-university JAMB examination. It was a fascinating book and I enjoyed the twist to it. I got to read some of his other works and much later, at different national Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) annual conventions, I got to see the man, a one-time President of the association. He was a humble man and never walked up to any platform or high table until he was invited. A friend of mine always insulted this…

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Iyaniwura; Mother is gold

Iyaniwura; Mother is gold.
She who kept you safe,
from harms way.
She who wanders,
hell and paradise,
assuring you flourish,
in her own path,
or even her Creator’s,
as She plays with fire (fate),
and death (destiny).
She who walks the path;
one dare not say.
She who suffers the pain
while you lie there, comely, unaware.
She who runs round and round
every corners, thirsty,
tirelessly, still.
She who had spoken to God,
She begged, and He heard.
She who had spoken to Satan,
She warned, and He heed.
She who fought gods and goddess, still.
for you,
She mounts all,
She never dies,
Even if. Soever, She was never.
She who keep living,
She who had never died,
Till date. She lives. Valued.
Because, She (Mother) is gold; Iyaniwura.

Salisu (19th Feb. 2015)

ping; http://utteredsilences.wordpress.com/2015/02/18/iyaniwura/

Black Damsel

Come to me my darling,
Come to me like the wind
That blows my way,
Come to me with love,
Come to me in your nature,
Come to me in your beauty,
Come to me my damsel.

Come to me my darling, Damsel,
Come let the gentle wind of the Sahara
whirl and whirl around us,
Come in you absolute originality,
And in your perfect colour.

So, come to me my Black Damsel,
I await your presence.

Curse of a bereft Mother/Witch (A Poem) by Abdullah Muhammadu Salisu

A night as cold as a corpse,
Silent as like the creature that crawls underneath the cot of a slumbered child,
Quiet as a shadow and
Quick as a snake.
In a hamlet carved out of the mountain Killmanjaro,
Haunts the ghost of an innocent soul (child),
Summoned by the chanting incantation of a witch,
and bitter tears of a bereft mother.

“Hear now and bear me a witness.
Hence light fades,
darkness gathers,
Let thou great Mawu
breach the veil betwixt of the living
and of that of the damned.

Breed miseries, sorrows, and pain,
Like the fresh molten metal cut,
unto Men
And for those his kin
weep tears of blood then be drown in it.
I should outh to be godly but I shan’t;
for I am no more,
for the Pigeon shall never build the nest of a Vulture.

Thou great Mawu,
hear me again,
And water my flowers,
And collect what you had given me
as a fetus in the womb of my mother,
Emí mí (my soul),”

Then she held a hand up above her head, with that; a knife appeared in her hand, and says as she cuts.

“Ye have heard that as it hath been said,”
“An eye for an eye,”
“A tooth for a tooth,”
“A hand for a hand,”
” A foot for a foot,”
“A life for their doom.”

It’s only a poem

” Imagine that this / the only light of the night / got blinded by me.”

” You imagined that? / Now imagine I’m your God / then you are a fool.”

” are you pondering? / Come ‘on man I’m just joking / it’s only a poem.”

2015 POEM

Finally the year presents its’ last date to many,

to many in mirth,

to many in misery,

to many as an ending date,

Januaries are made of Green,
for it’s a new start granted to any survival of ere.

Decembers are made of Red,
for it’s an opportunity gracefully honoured.

Monday is hectic,

Tuesday is any less,

Wednesday is opportuned of tomorrow’s sake,

Thursday, decisions shall be made,

Friday, lets call it an even,

Saturday is yet another day,

Sunday is full of merrier plaudits.

Today is wednesday,
last date of 2014.

What holds of thursday,
Begining date of 2015.

Resolution or Resolute.