Hadejia

i.
In Hadejia,
there's a reason to dance
on worthy capsules of fine clay
before the wind blows them away
ii.
a reason to drink in haste
a glass full of satisfaction
ere it is licked by the scorching sun
iii.
there's a reason to build
dream castles out of mud
that would stand as questions
iv.
in the mouth of a stranger
seeking solace in a sahara
distant miles away from home