At Danzomo

There, they stood reveling
the soon-to-fade moment,
with lungs longing for more mint
in our short soldier songs.
There, they stood fixed to a spot
with unexpressed joy in their open-ended
hearts.
And watery eyes begging
to be free
from the whips of ignorance.

Dear Afrika

I'm lost in your legend;
lost in your moments-
between joys and pains;
lost in your mixed feelings;
lost in you
and in your incomplete twists and turns;
lost in your presence;
lost
but found
in your arms

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

Sahara blues

i.
when the sahara yawns
high octaves are pitched
by dust laden dry leaves
running on the surface
of the mirror sand
and lyrics grow like trees in my heart