Bridges...

And far beyond the rocky heap
a tiny path, but where does it lead?
To the land of wonders, fear and mystery...
Oh! Whither do we seek?
Along the trail, there and we meet
the 3 princesses of Hope, Love and Peace...
With misty voice, kindness and ease,
they called unto us to a generous treat
"come pick some groundnuts and eat"
and on their faces a remarkable radiant glee...
Would I, however, acted the same way on the tarred streets?
Would I have ushered them into the tiled walls and the marbled fleet?
Would I have offered them a glass of milk or a plate of meat?
Could I have remembered to even gesture a disdainful greet?
...
Bit and beyond on the path of 2 feet
then came along the "Jacob" of the noble creed
"Lo and behold" he clamoured, "bend down and pick"
"Pick therefrom that which God has blessed"
"Eat therefrom that which you so everly wish"...
"I shall be your host" he savoured
"I shall be your guide until you depart and leave"...
"may we share your shade?" we eagered,
"may we take refuge therein where you heed?"
And with all pleasure he took the lead...
Thense a frail yet gleeful arms welcomed us to a room amidst blissfilled trees
The abode of the old pauper, and "Duna", his feisty barking geek...
There we ate the roasted sweet
and thence we drank the uncleansed yet icey treat
That which kills instantly the itchy greed...
...
Alas!
What do we seek beyond this mighty bliss?
And what could we offer in return for this majestic deed?
Fairwell to you oh dear old and kind pauper
fairwell to the shades of the heavenly breezy trees...
...
And a bit ahead lies the hamlet with a perfect serene
The inhabits of Jacob and his ilks, the benevolents and keens
And with a warm and hearty welcome they embraced us with ease...
Yet in their cheerful faces was enshrounded a grieving pain and a craving need
And beneath the tree whilst we await our leave
Meeting the old man whom dwelled the trains to "Umu Afiya" was delightful indeed...
As he spoke to us of the gone days of remarkable peace,
we ate and drank their sweet tubers and groundnut soup for free...
...
Thus...
Far and beyond we have found the link...
A "Bridge" of love and fulfilment
of fear and mystery
and of all that we seek...
The link that sets aside all of man's difference and greed
The link that places him in order of his benevolence and worthy deeds
A bridge of conscience, morals and hope
and all of humanity's needs...

So far and beyond
and our quest shall go long as we seek...
Far and beyond
and we shall get to discover the treasures hidden deep beneath the wavy seas...

Ibn Adam

The calling...

And if within you there is a calling;

A calling to which you owe a craving...

All you need is walk a distance;

The distance between you and happenstance...

And on your way you search an instance;

That in which you woke your conscience;

The conscience which negates all hindrance...

And whence your heart reverts its conscious;

And all your doubts drifts to oblivious;

And all your hopes regains its glorious

...

Alas!

Far you have walked the distance

Hence,

Listen to the fading voice of your calling

And turn to retrace your lonely trailing... 

There you shall find no harmful ailing;

For your conscience have found its maiden...

-Ibn Adam

Grief...

In a season of sorrows and remorse
In times of lost love and recourse
In a summer of burning sweat the lids churn
In a winter where hearts numb and minds turn
In a spring where tears run and memories return
In a land where hope becomes the only value formed
In a desert where you reach,
Yet, what you aim is beyond
Wishes, wonders, imaginations and regrets are born
...

Lingers of despair
Lingers of lost
...

Flee flee oh moment flee
Flee oh times of woefulness and bereave
Return dear beloved,
return to me
Come back oh days of gladness and ease
Come back oh moments of joy and peace
Come back oh dearest
Come and set me free
Whither and I pray...
Whither shall we meet
Oh and I crave
Oh do I seek
...

Alas...
Now, and I know, that no one is left un-beat
For the end, as I go, is always behind my feet
And lest I forget, that "Patience" shall remain my treat
For one day, or the next, I too shall meet my deed...

Ibn Adam

(Dedicated to my mother)

If Only...

If only I could see your eyes
Hold onto you
and relate to you my cries...
If only I could earn your smile
Just one more time
And enjoy that pleasing sigh...
If only I could read your mind
See your reason,
And perhaps find a meaning of life...
If only I could hear your heartbeat,
clean your tears
and gladden your eyes...
If only I could rest your mind,
End your whine
Be at right by your side...
If only I could hold your feet
End your grief
And be that which you seek...
If only I could turn moments to times,
realities to myth
And wishes to finds...

*Sighs*

At last!
And I ask why
Why you are at a distance,
A distance so far and wide...
And why am left with memories
Memories of times alive...
Would I ever get to hold you, again,
and share those stories we like to hide...
Could I get a chance, again
To hear your breathing
Inhale your chuckles
and "wonder" those gleeful eyes...

Alas!
Now only hope could strive,
For, indeed, fate has taken its chide...😍💖😘

Ibn Adam

Blessed...

One moment of birth
One next of growth
Mumble-jumble speeches,
Tumble-stumble walks
Who could fathom little you in ribbons and dress
Someday all grown and bold in a gown
For a brief, everybody's adoration
For the next, everyone's hope
How time flew like lightning,
How days went like storms
Blessed be you, Oh Mama's gladness
Blessed be you, Oh papa's pride
Yours' is a day in a season of winter
Yours' is a day in a season of love
Would you rise today and glitter
Won't you walk your way and glow
Smile, Oh blessed
Gladden the world like a singing guitar
Laugh, dear beloved
Awaken the world like a beautiful 'doh'...

Happy Birthday!

Ibn Adam

(To my lovely goddaughter princess Afrah Salihu Jarmajo)

Word...

Foremost, you must know,
If you believe in nagging, whining
or cursing
Then 'do know that' the world is a trash
And its deserving treat is the thrash...

This world is a swing
Lucky is the one whom gets to fling
(As for) he whom gets not a fling,
Fate shall repay perhaps with a wink...

And you must know
That your personality is a title
For the wise it's a mantle
For the cautious, it's a grace
For the careless, a trouble...

Certainly, the world is an attire
Whether it be a "thawb" or "'regalia"
Your dignity lies on how your hat squires
Whether it be a "bola" or a "taxi driver's"...

If your occupation, sir, is farming
Then (better) pick-up your tool and start harrowing
For slacking is not your own thing
And when you turn around and see work remaining
Then do know (that) your tool needs a firmer gripping
Coz you won't earn a break until you meet an ending...

Do know (that) the world is a grain farm
It doesn't enrich until it reaches the barn(s)
It makes its value only when it's winnowed
And It's only consumed when it is siloed...

If you're good today, the stage is yours'
If you're not tomorrow, it's someone else's
Your "Guru" or "laya"
Can't make you have their places
Except if you're a ruler,
whose tyranny thrives above justice...

Do know that this world is a home
A Palace to whom is contempt and prone
A Dungeon to whom is content with (his) cone...

If you're an egotist
Whom prides of knowledge,
Beauty or wealth
Or perhaps you're a menace,
whom causes corruption on land,
or even on the oceans
Then do know that this life is a safari
Its path crosses above the peak of a valley
It poses a glamorous facade from the alley
(But) At the verge of it, is a pitch black "Bali"...

The world is a rollercoaster
Its measuring scale is a silky thread
If you tie it today, it loosens
If you let it be tomorrow, it flees with the breeze...

If you're enslaved by lust and desire
Then for a surety knowledge is required
Prudence and perseverance must be hired
So long the struggle is truly admired...

Of course (the world), is an oscillator
One day it stops on a rocky crater
Another day on a fluffy foam...

Hence, you must know,
If you awake to meet a desperate situation
Then the "Buzu" is your standing station
A call towards the "Qibla" is your obligation
Indeed your salvation is in 'His' predestination...

Finally, (do know that) the truth is a one way path
It shares no boundaries, it has no match
The moment you tilt then you have strayed
Whomever follows it with an intended trail
And stayed upon it with a clear trait
Then God will surely grant him bail

This "Word" is a fare for the wayfarer
It cannot be repaid even by the debt bearer
So pay it forward for the fellow farer...

And may we all hop on the guided trailer...!

Ibn Adam...

Jawabi...!

Da farko dai ka sani
Idan junin ka rãki ne,
magiya ko tsaki dai,
Toh duniyar ma yàyi ce
ma'ajin ta dai júji ne...

Kuma dai ka sani
Ita duniya lilo ce
Ga wanda ya d'ale ya dace
Ga wanda ko bai d'ale ba
Ga 'kadarin sa zai fanshe...

Kuma ka sani,
ita Hali inkiya ce
Idan ka gane tsari ce
Idan ka kula jari ce
Idan ko ka 'kyale musiba ce...

Tabbas duniya Tufa ce,
Malun-malun take ko 'yar shara dai
Mutunci ko, na daga sakun hula ne
Damanga take koma dai 'yar sa'ki ce...

Idan kai malam manomi ne
Toh maza d'au garma, yi hud'a dai
Don dai jinkiri ba taka bace
Idan ka waiga ka hango da saura dai,
toh fa ka sani, sakin 'kota ba naka bane
Don bakka hutu sai randa ka 'kare...

Ka sani fa ita duniya gonar hatsi ce
bata arzi'ki sai an girbe
bata 'kima sai an bushe
Ba kuma a cinta sai an tsince,

Idan ka iya, yau kai ne,
Idan baka iya ba, gobe wani ne
Gurun ka ko laya dai
baya baka hakki nai
Sai dai in kai Sarki ne,
mai mulkin tir da adalci ne...

Ka sani ita dai duniya gida ce
'Kurkuku' ce ga wanda ya dace
ga marar rabo ko aljanna ce...

Idan kai malan maji Izza ne,
mai alfahari da ilimi ne,
kyawu ko dukiya dai
Ko juninka ingiza fasadi ne,
bisa doron 'kasa, koma a daji ne,
Toh ka sani wannan safara ce
Mahayinta dai tsibiri ne,
masau'kin ta ko da kyawu yake a sarari dai,
A zango ko mai ba'kin muni ce...

Hakkun ita duniya Juyi ce
Mazarin ta dai silki ne
Idan ka ninke zai kwaye,
Idan ko ka 'kyale iska zai yaye...

Idan kuma kai bawan buri ne
Toh tabbas ilimi tilas ne
Ha'kuri da dangana ko haddi ne
Muddin ka fito jihadi ne...

Kwarai, ita duniya mayawiya ce
Idan ta sauke wata rana zuma ce
wata ran ko mad'aciya ce...

Don haka idan ka farka cikin rud'u ne
Ka sani matsayar ka bisa buzu ne
Kiranye ta maso 'kibla dai shine
Mafitar ka dai a 'kudirin SA yake...

Ita dai gaskiya hanya ce,
Bata da wãri ko a zance
da zaran an karkata toh an kauce
Ga wanda ya bita da niyyar dace
Ya kame sani ba wani zance
Toh Allah zai masa 'Alam nashareh'

Ita wannar Jawabin dai guzuri ce
Baka biyan ta ko a rance
Sai dai ka mika ta gaba don wani ma ya dace...
Allah yasa mu dace...!

Ibn Adam...