Nigerian Exams

Nigerian Exams today.

Meaning of exams. The word 'Exam' derived from....

Saying Nigerian exams today; specifically I'm referring to Nigerian examination council (NECO), West African Examination council (WAEC), (NABTEB), and Join Admission And Matriculation Board (JAMB). Et cetra.

In Nigerian today, a week to exams students most have had the exams questions to be ask a week later or more. How is this possible! Is this an examination?

I remembered back in the those days when we had to miss our night just to make our dreams been achieved, we called it 'Till Day Break'. Thanks to God; we made it through without expose.

Are Nigerian students really a students? If they're. Then, why are they too reliable and dependable under expo.

A curious students are also known as a hard working, diligent, discipline, and dedicated towards academic and educational development of our own great nation. Does our students of nowadays possess these qualities? No! What type of students are we producing? Reliable and dependable!

Our students are too much reliable and dependable over academic activities with the aid of some unqualified teachers, reckless, corruptible National examination and regulatory members, and hackers(Yahoo boys). Seriously we need improvements towards this predicament, not just improvement rather emergency improvement instead of being quite. In order to prevent the upbringing once from adopting this awful idea. This idea doesn't work in a real world, wake up. The Nigerian Government needs to take this issue into measures.

I remembered. Recently, a friend of mine and also boy to me texted me which consists "please Economics objectives urgently". I flings the answers to him immediately after I copied from 'Best Exams Portal' I heard of the portal from a college. I sent the answer to him not because he's close to me, nor I did it because he's resisting the Exams for the third time. God; please forgive me, I contributed in corruption. Nigerian patriots I'm most sorry, but I have to.

Dear Federal Government of Nigeria, please take serious, and emergency action towards this predicament. Thank you.

God bless the Federal Republic of Nigerian.

My hero

A Qoute from Alhaji Maitama Sule (RH) while answering a reporter of NTA during a live program. 

"Today we are no longer what we were; what is happening today is not in our character.

The norms and values left by Sardauna and our founding fathers are no longer with us, they are not with us.

Today as I have often described the situation, the institution of family has broken down, respect for elders and constituted authority which used to be our cardinal principle in our society - is now at its lowest ebb.

Honesty, where it does not pay has become meaningless; symptoms of revolt loom large in the horizon.

In short, there is meaninglessness in in philosophy, insecurity in polity, chaos in politics, immorality in society, corruption in economy, frustration in art and lack of creativity in literature.

This is not what North used to be or Nigeria as a whole, ours was a decent country whose leaders respected one another in spite of their political differences. 

Ours was a society that was morally sound, was a society in which all of us were our brother’s keepers; it is not the same today.

Perhaps, some people say we have been brain-washed by our erstwhile colonial masters, it is true to a certain extent, but we are to a very large extent to blame, because we are masters of our faith, we should be captains of our souls.

Today, as I have said we are no longer ourselves, our cultural values has been thrown overboard, if a people lose their culture - culture is the identity of the people, people often mistake culture as mare dancing and singing, it is much more than that. Culture is the customs and costumes, the characters and characteristics, the manners and mannerisms, the philosophy and ideology of a people, culture is the totality of a people’s experience, culture is the way of life of the people.

In those days we adhere to the culture of the people, we had an identity, we had respect for one another, our society was morally sound, there was little corruption and so on and so forth. However, in spite of the ugly picture I have painted, I believe we can still get out of the woods, I am not a pessimist I am an optimist, I believe that if we can revive the glory of the past, by reminding us of the good achievements - the success Sardauna and his likes, of our founding fathers, if we recall what Sardauna did and emulate his example, we can certainly revive the glory of the past.

I am beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel... and I DO HOPE THE STRUGGLE WILL CONTINUE."

May Allah let his gentle soul keep resting in perfect peace ........Ameen

My first day experience

First day at BUK.

It's being a long road trip but I'm here finally.

Bayero University Kano (BUK) is a university situated in Kano, Kano state, Nigeria.It was founded in 1977, when it was renamed from Bayero University College and upgraded from university college to university.

It was an early Wednesday morning. Breeze blows gently and lightly soft freeze.Cold soared like a kite.

Snow dropped by like a rain.

Birds sang so sweet like a melody.

Breezes passed by like a cloudy.

I moved straight to my faculty. Faculty of communication, mass communication department, deans office. Where my screening held at. It was a nice building, well architected. Fortunately; I was the the first person to be there, no one to attend to me. I had to wait for a couple of minutes before it stipulated time.

It was a flashy car derived close to me, a good looking man dropped, middle aged, and walked close to me. I greeted him very humbled in a polite way, with so much respect( thanks to God. I've reserved a foreign respect right from home during Yuletide season. No respect, no gift. they said). Are you for screening? He asked. Yes sir.

Wait for me at the last window, second to the last pillar. He added. Ok sir. I replied.

After he settled for about five minutes, he called me and asked for my credentials. I have no idea what he need in particular. Original copies or photocopy. I don't know. I had to ask for a clarification. Sir do you need the photocopy or the originals? I asked. We need both for a better clarification. He said. I don't have a photocopy of any, and i had to go and make a copy.

From the Faculty of communication to school business center was a very far, pretty far, and no bike around. I had to walk for miles all alone. On my way going, I saw a written words that drawn my attention " if you think first class honors is easy come to BUK". Somehow scary. But not scared. I'm strong enough. I believed in my self. 

Nothing is impossible to a willing mind. "Yes, we can", said former president of the United State of America, Barak Obama. "Yes, I can", said Danmande. No tittle before the name right? Don't worry, it will soon be, God's willing. I guarantee it. One day i will fly like a soaring kite. Sky is the starting point not the limit. Just don't forget the name.

It was a lady I mate along the road side, she dressed to kill, flaunt her nudity as if she was serving a leap-tea to her husband. I heard that bad dressing can leads to the termination of admission in BUK. I was able to have some words with her in a private. I couldn't admonish for a decent dress, but i will when we meet again. I learnt that; she was from Abuja, she has a nice name, and Bauchi state was her home, Bakin Kura. Bakin Kura was the same place where my dad grew up when he moved from Jos to Bauchi, 1958-1967. B/Kura was a decent place to live, ours was a respect and dignity. I don't know why others stubbornly reluctant to accept simple ways, values and norms.

Some people most especially the ladies believed that they only look good when they dressed to kill. And only feel impressed with the compliment " you're looking sexy", that's not a compliment rather an insult. Sorry, you're wrong. In a real sense it's not done that way. We don't dress to kill rather we dress to impress. Dress the way you want to be addressed. Dressing to kill only leads to something else, and at times temptations are irresistible. People are buying tickets for their raping. I don't want the same thing happening in South Africa to happen in Nigeria.

Rape and sexual assault remains a large problem for South Africa. According to Africa Check, more than 109 rapes were reported each day on average during 2016/17 - totalling 39,828 incidents. This will not happen in Nigeria. Insha Allah. God's willing. Eventually, Nigeria will record zero case of rape and sexual assault. God's willing.

After making the photocopy, I came back to department so tired( I'm not that lazy type you know). I submitted the copies to the man on duty. "Har ka dawo", you back? That's what he said. After a thorough check, he then asked again. Are you from Jos? Yes sir.

Which side in Jos? I Directed my house to him.

Who's your father? He asked.

A phone call interrupted the discussion. Sometimes phone call can irritate even without knowing the caller and the content of the call. I got flipped over my phone for the sudden ring. I try to reject the call but he permitted me to pick up the call. Fewer seconds, I ended the call. 

Responding to his question.

Alhaji Danmande is my father, I said.

Do you know me? He asked. No sir, But the face look familiar.

I know your father and your house. He said. I'm popular, I said. 

We both smiled. Thanks to God. That's how I finished my screening in a very short time.

Please hang around for some minutes before your Original Admission and registration number get ready.

While waiting for my original admission and registration number. For off a face visage walk slowly little drawn was largeness think in paradise sawn.

I vowed nothing greatness will my attention drawn. Focus.

I collected my original admission with the registration number and filled out undertaking form. That's how I finished my screening for only few hours before others that started processing for over five days earlier.

All is well that ends well.

God I'm grateful.

BUK and Danbare

Between BUK's campus and Danbare.

Last straw weathered.

Tears welled 

In my eyes,

The currents 

Welled up.

Brave swell 

In my mind 

The spike 

Swell up.

Dry throat

In need of water,

Unabated heat 

Inflames the thirst.

Weatherbeaten 

Dreary aroused 

Old feelings 

Of hatred,

melancholic mood 

Comes first.

Strong enough 

Over regret,

Downcast moments 

Over all my desire.

BUK and Danbare are on hell down here on earth. Water scarcity is what make them brothers in the same version. Every society needs many things fundamentally essentials water and energy.

I really can't understand why God makes 70 percent of earth water but still not enough for it consumed. If God will make it 85 percent we'll still cry out for more. Simply because we're humans.

Iffy government can not provide everything for the people and indigence. Then, what the hell the government exists for?

A friend of mine called me around the hour of 12midnight, that he was about to go and look for water in Dangote's Hall. I was like jeeez (Astaghfirillah), what's happening up there? I asked. He replied "Hell", and hung up the call.

I learnt from a senior college in pen profession Muhammad Raji, who lives in BUK campus new site, that; they've been into the problem ' water scarcity' for two weeks. And no any measures that have been into the place.

Same here in Danbare; we had to walk for a long miles away from our houses to get water. The last time I did, I slept for almost twelve hours without taking a single dose of sleeping pills. I'm not a lazy type. Smiles.

The unanswered question is that; where does BUK get water for watering their flowers?

They never lack access to water, to sprinkle to their lawn mower. 

I called this a 'Master Servant-ship', it's a situation whereby; the innocent needy are dying of hunger while the riches are dropping meat to their dogs. The poor intellectuals are sleeping on mats while the ignorant officials are idling in gold and diamond homes.

Students always lack access to water, to cook food.

I also lack access to water, to take shower. But sometimes not all the time.

Is our Student Union Government doing their job well? I concur.

Well, I don't hold deep jurisdictions to argue, but, they don't discharge their responsibilities which they're saddled with, I guessed.

Please let SUG and anyone that can assist to help us here.

Consider this as a humble and formal request not order.

Thanks.

Hie home

Remedies about the old days 

I remembered,

The old days,

When we were,

Playing hide and see;

I remembered,

The old days,

When we were,

Playing Pillow fight;

I remembered,

The old days, 

When we loved,

And cherished each other;

I remembered,

The old days, 

When we shared secret,

And sacrificed for each other;

I remembered,

The old days,

When we resembled,

And admonished each other;

I remembered,

The old days,

When you were able,

To thought me how to love;

I remembered,

The old days,

When we were,

Distracted without one another;

I remembered,

The old days,

Whenever you cold,

I freezes;

 

I want,

To know why,

We are letting this die;

These memories,

Are unforgettable,

Where ever you are,

Please, hie home;

Through tough and ease

If you want to cry,

let me be,

your tears,

If I had to be,

your tears;

please don't,

wipe me away, 

let me flow,

through your cheek,

But I wouldn't,

let you cry;

If you want to die,

let me be,

your grave,

If I had to be,

your grave;

 please come,

with good deeds, 

let me hurt you not,

But I wouldn't,

let you die.

The more I know you.

One thing is certain,

Is either you're,

Sincere or,

You're insincere;

The more,

I get close to you,

The more,

Heart broken I get;

The more,

I know you,

The more,

Hurt I get;

One thing is certain,

Is either;

I get infected, or

I immune myself;

The more,

We interact,

The more,

Crazy you gone;

Thee craziness,

Is communicable,

Thee conquered,

On me.

Your smiles...

I sowed a seed 

Expecting a fragile flower 

It was floral I reaped 

Resembling your smiles.

Looking so lovely

Like fresh tomatoes,

Moving slowly 

Like  growing cabbages.

I will read you 

all my day to dawn 

like a magazine, 

it's funny right?

Believe me, I'm for real.

The blink of an eye

Blink of an eye 

Wind sprinkled mind

and wiped away sorrows

Rain falls down

and cleanse out worries

Terrific flood 

hits heart

whirlwind glanced 

healed wounds. 

For off a face visage 

walk slowly little drawn 

was largeness think 

in paradise sawn,

vowed nothing 

greatness will 

attention drawn.

Breezes passed by 

like a cloudy,

Cold soared 

like a kite,

Snow dropped by 

like a rain,

Birds sang so sweet

like a medium 

All happened 

Within and just 

Like a blink of an eye.

Oh

Most potential love 

Vow, bond, nor space 

In the heart neither Stink, 

knot, nor confine.

When goodbye doesn't work...

Departing saga 

I will walk miles

to the edge 

of the universe 

for you stunner,

I will cross 

Oceans for you,

When goodbye

doesn't work,

You could lay 

your hands 

on my shoulder.

Whenever the game 

is about to finish 

And we are losing 

And no any fans 

to cheer up with 

Panicked not, 

I will rewind the time 

And be the Ronaldo 

of your arena 

And I will dedicate

my championship crown 

to you.

It's normal to meet 

And to depart 

Just like a 

Domestic birds 

Free to come 

Free to go 

Sometimes go 

Without a return 

Please do return.

Oh poor lobo

Minutes in police area command.

Police cell is a hell. I never knew that police cell could be so hellish. Everyone, everywhere and everything  is stinks. Plateau state, Jos area command has a way of scaring people more than a sharp machetes, just like how the fallen hero, late lieutenant colonel Abu Ali scared Shekau.

The sky from any point is playing hide and seek, gathering ominous, gray, and then dark cloud now and clears later. After a burning sun at day, we close up to a deceptive evening breeze, rustling our nerves now and seizes the next minute. For the first time ever in my life's strain to seek self comfort at the expense of collective discomfort from what I heard. I realize the permanence of the cliche maxim; no condition is permanent.

It was a friend I visited, lobo, who was  detained for allegedly rape case. False accusations are more heavier than insult. However, he was the prime suspect, the real offenders were nowhere to be found. Rape issues kills man reputations more than the point of a gun. Just like the slightest mistake of a pen.

Bashir Khalid; was a very emotional guy, too hysterical just like women. I saw hottest tears fallen down from his cheek when he cited lobo in a cell from the outer-wall which he leaned on. Lobo was severally thrashed by the police personnel in order to confess the crime. Yeah, his looks and the walks were worth tears. He walked like a seventy years old pregnant woman, I don't think blood still flows through his legs. Freedom is precious.

Let the rain turns to fire, let the moon turns to blood, and let the blue sky turns to yellow. I will never believe that lobo could attempt to rape or to wipe. Though, we are humans, we are all deviance time upon a time, we can change within a blink of an eye. So also the temptations are irresistible.

Lobo's case was a very complicated one. The story started from a journey, the road to Jos from Abuja. It was on a faithful Thursday evening lobo entered a commercial car in Abuja to Jos, which he mate four passengers, three guys and a lady.

The lady was a foreigner who came all the way from Cameroun to Nigeria, Jos, and start a new life new beginning. Where she has no one, no place to stay. Yeah, it happens. At times, I also feel like going to a new place where no body know me, and start a new life.

Unfortunately, the lady was raped by those three passengers whom blinded her to get her a good place to stay in Jos, and flung with her smartphones and and 300k. They Terribly scurried and left lobo with the messed up they did( sahun barawo).

Lobo was a good friend who I mate two years earlier, at market. He he's wonderful person with full of swags and a cunning eyes. He's a good person to be with, he's amazing guy, and a God fearing. Hardworking and dedicated towards duties, I forgot. But destiny changed everything. He still remain remanded, without a trial.

Hey Mr. lobo, friends and friends of friends disclaimed you, for what happened with you. Put this in the back of your mind, whatever happened with you; We're still together, no matter what, through the tough and ease. For better for worse. You'll soon be free. God's willing.

Anatare.

Best of me.

Last straw weathered.

Tears well 

In my eyes,

The currents 

Well up.

Brave swell 

In my mind 

The spike 

Swell up.

Dry throat

In need of water,

Unabated heat 

Inflames the thirst.

Weatherbeaten 

Dreary aroused 

Old feelings 

Of hatred,

melancholic mood 

Comes first.

Strong enough 

Over regret,

Downcast moments 

Over all my desires.

Lonely and yellow 

In a strange city.

Gloomy at the 

Thought of what 

Had to face,

Dispirited and 

Resigned expressions 

On the face.

Jos is home 🏡

A most welcome relief.

To speak of some hidden feelings beneath, for those who have never been to jos city, you can imagine how beautiful and amazing the city is, as being the largest city in North Central and Being the home of peace and tourism.

I'm in love with the mountains, they're soft, sometimes, they springs us water. The weather is an awe-inspiring, unlike the city i left, it was a mini hell. Ours here's conducive.

Jos city is well blessed down here on earth. May God continue to bless and continue showing his benevolent blessings in our Home.

Jos we hail thee,

Our own dear native land,

Though tribe and tongue may differ,

In brotherhood we stand,

Jos to the world.

Road to new world 🌎

Jigawa by road, Sadiq Baba's wedding off I go.

I woke up Friday morning so early, so excited. Started preparing for traveling to Jigawa for the first time in life.I bathed and took my breakfast with my two elderly brothers, they rushed me because I walked very slowly but I never walk Bach.

I finished everything in time to avoid disappointment. I desperately need to be in Jigawa, at twelve noon we were at Bauchi park, I and a brother of mine.

We entered a commercial car to Bauchi. I tried to seat at the front cap to avoid disturbed by people but I couldn't, it was occupied by another passenger.

The road to Bauchi from Jos was a well known place to me, I knew it quite well. All the bumps, holes, and the checkpoints were pretty familiar to me.

The chauffeur seemed to be skillful to his job but I don't want to judge for a start.  He followed every single rules of the road, I liked it. I'm a good rules abider when it comes to road.

A waved by a Federal Road Safety Corps make a stoped, I knew exactly what they want. We didn't violated any rules, thanks to God we were not over speeding. They just need a token to fuel their vehicles, I guessed. A corp member greeted us very humble and polite. Eye service. I didn't say anything, interfering in other people's issues and lives is not good.

A handshake with the driver and asked " Oga can I see your license"? We were safe, he was at possession  of his license. Another question followed; where is your particulars? Very bold. I don't know if he has the right to ask for that, but I muted. The chauffeur gave him a note which I don't know if it was a paper or currency. They both smiled and said; safe journey the road Safety corp member.

The speed of breeze makes me slumbered. I'm not a fan of sleeping on the road because I so much love experiencing new things on the road, but I have to. I didn't slept well last night, and I'm well familiar with route to Bauchi from Jos.

The first thing I cited in Bauchi was a flee of vehicles queued for fuel at NNPC filling station. I thought fuel scarcity was only in Jos, I was wrong because Bauchi's scarcity was worsened than Jos. I passed through Zaranda hotel, the famous motel in Bauchi state.

Nostalgia about the past memories in Bauchi, the friends, the colleagues, and the Federal Polytechnic Bauchi. Those memories were unforgettable. I remembered Globe F.M the radio station that I first carried my journalism assignment. Oh poor me. I left globe F.M at the time that my services were needed the most.

I quickly tuned my radio set to 98.5 f.m, exactly my radio station Globe fm. I heard the voices of my colleagues and senior colleagues in pen profession. I missed them all. I can't even forget that voice of my editor, Nura Bashir Faggo, sir, I remain your Servant with a common heart.

I toured around Bauchi, because I can't passed through Bauchi without visiting people, the place that I called home other than Jos. It was a large billboard I saw at Dogon Yaro's roundabout which carried the poster of Kaura, campaigning for 2019 governorship election. Will kaura bring a positive result in 2019 Bauchi state governorship election? I concur.

I also cited another large billboard for governor M.A Abubakar of Bauchi state, and president Muhammadu Buhari which contained campaign words "Gaskiya+Gaskiya=Tazarce"

Meaning; truthful+truthful=continuation.

It's well. If I'm to choose a Governor in Bauchi state, I will go for Governor M.A Abubakar. I don't know why.

The people of Bauchi state were good in politics, they valued political leaders and parties. I knew that. They have a large number of political thugs. I'm sorry to say that the people of Bauchi state have a great problem with politics. I most spill out the beans through thick and thin. The inhabitants of the state are not satisfied and ingrate when it comes to politics projects, agendas and promises.

My reason for saying they are not satisfied; after all what Ahmad Mu'azu did to them, at the end he was stoned instead of appreciation and gratitude. Mu'azu's statue supposed to be built for remembrance adjacent to Government House. The only humble, tested and trusted person that I know in the universe is my father, Alhaji Danmande. If Danmande is to contest for a Governorship Election in Bauchi state, they will also stoned him after a lot of sacrifices.

I picked a big brother of mine at central market and head to Jigawa. I love being around my elderly brothers and they also love teasing me. I remembered the old maxim, blood is thicker than water, they said. But I was teased.

The road to Jigawa ( A new world) from Bauchi seemed to be pretty good. It was a pregnant promise, I guessed. This time around the journey is quite different, the road is smooth and the chauffeur is well kempt, I didn't blinked my eyes because I need to experienced a lot. I experienced brand new things.

A young girl, 7, tried to crossed a road at 'Gada' without taking precaution. We almost kicked her down, alas, she was saved, we were safe. Is a normal thing for a village people to crossed a highway without being cautious, it's a normal thing for drivers to drive reckless at a crowded village. When we were young, they taught us how to crossed a road. Look at your right hand, your left hand, and look at your right hand again then crossed. This idea worked.

It was Abdul Ahmad Ningi's large billboard campaigning for 2019 Governorship election that welcome me to Ningi. Nigerian leaders so much love power, I think I will be a politician someday. I pray and wish that my future wife would love me like how oga Atiku Abubakar love power.

Around 6:53 PM we dropped at 'Babildo' a small village in Jigawa state. We took a shattered to 'Dutse' Jigawa state capital. A brother of mine almost fought with a transport union member, very old aged man, but doesn't have a good manners of approach.  

The road to Dutse from Babildo was not good enough, was poor. A friend of mine F.J Habila will say, the road is bad. This's not a grammatical error, it's a grammatical okay. But a different meaning. Why don't you use this; the road was poor. When you said the road was bad, you're simply saying there are rubbers on the road, or rubbery is taking place on the road. Miss Habila this's not a correction it's an advised. 

I can feel the aura of Dutse's weather very nice but little bit hut. Along side the road was a two Sharons that collided with each other at Birnin Kuda very serious crash. I hope there was no lost of any life counted. I pray so, but I don't know so.

By the virtual of reality, Sule Lamido seemed to have worked hard for Jigawa, street lights filled the streets spreading around so much cheered.

In far north things are said to be cheaper than other places, we picked up a passenger with huge loads for about 15kilomiter at rates of 80 Naira only. I loved it. Very cheap. 

It's true we experienced a lot whilst traveling. We see places, natures, cultures, and unique people with unique personalities. It was an Igbo man we picked very comedian, can you imagine someone who doesn't understand Hausa insisted that we most played Hausa song for him. I don't know how he'll listen to Hausa song talk more to understand the meaning. Very funny.

When I took a glanced through window at 'kwana' village around Birnin Kudu, it was a collection of youngsters I saw in hamlet barbing without a mirror. I will cut down my hair someday but not now.

Exactly 8:30 PM. We dropped at Dutse Jigawa state capital, I was shocked, bewildered, and perplexed by what I saw. I so much underrated Jigawa and it's local Government as a typical village.

Dear Jigawa state, I'm most sorry for underrating you and your local areas. Long live Jigawa state.A new world, a desirable title.

Tunde was our host at Jigawa state. He was just like a Fulani man when it comes to directing people. He mislead, he misdirected, and gave us tough time before we get to our destination. Tunde; I don't know how he passed through his exams. I will not blame him for that since he was from Kaduna where more than 21 thousand teachers failed basic four exams. Probably he was taught by them, I guessed.

Tunde was a youth corper serving in Jigawa, we didn't expect him to cook for us. Besides he was at a close by viewing center, watching English Premier League, Arsenal Vs Liverpool.

We decided to go to a tea shop. I remembered about my debate about tea shop, with my colleagues when at school. I told them tea shop is a good example of sources for news, they all opposed but I defeated them and won at the end. We ate noodles and shared views about politics with the people I mate there. They so much loved Lamido.

I toured to, Miyatti, Yan Tifa, Government House, Broadcasting House, all in Dutse. It was a small town, with good constructions, roads, buildings, and streets lights but very scarcely no populations.

The most beautiful and amazing thing was the Broadcasting House. It was well architected. It reminded me with the British Broadcasting Commission, about the building. Jigawa state Broadcasting House was built same design with British Broadcasting Commission. I love it. Love to work there.

Saturday morning, we were at 'Sabon Tasha' new park. Sadiq Baba's wedding off we go to Ringim. We couldn't get car in the park due to fuel scarcity. We were only able to get a golf wagon along the road side, almost occupied by passengers. Two spaces were vacant, and we were four. Two people seated on the vacant seat, two people entered car boot, I entered boot. An hour journey in car boot is not an easy job. The road is a pretty poor.

At an unknown village Was a donkey that recklessly flung himself onto the road, which brought an instant break that made me heated my head on a glass. My brother can make jokes. This your headbutt can break glass, he said. It wasn't funny, I almost broke my head. Single tear dropped from my eye, I don't know how it happened. But it hurts.

We were welcome to Ringim by large billboard of Dr. Sule Lamido, campaigning for 2019 presidential election. The people of Ringim and Jigawa were mad at Lamido, they so much love him. It's well, he was worth it.

Gosh, we were late for the wedding, it was taken place as scheduled. No African time. We missed the event that we planned for a long time ago. We were taken to Ringim emir palace by the Groom, Sadiq Baba. I liked the palace, it was well decorated. Everything Beautiful. I liked the hospitality and the delicacy tasted good. From Ringim to Kano is 50kilomitres, my brothers decided to take me to Kano since I have never been to there. I was so excited to see myself in Kano(Tunbin Giwa).

The road to Kano from Ringim seemed to be good, but it was a pregnant promise. From a start the road was good but at the end it was extremely poor. We called it partially good. Before the blinked of an eye, we got to Kano. It was a collections of red cap(Kwankwasiya) that welcomed me to Kano.

Kano state; centre of commerce, was a big city, it was a nice place to stayed, it was a populated area, the weather was cooled, and the breeze was calmed. I'm loved with the feelings, I can spend all the rest of my life there.I admitted that. 

I visited a lot of places. Such as; Zoo road, Kantin Kwari, Wambai, Koki, Aminu Kano special Hospital, Murtala Specialist Hospital, Bayaro University Kano, Kurmi Market, and North West University( Miatama Sule). It's true, kwankwaso worked for Kano. Ride on Engineer Kwankwaso. Come 2019, come Kwankwaso.

It was very late hours, and we can't take back our way to home. We decided to spend our night at cousins house, we spent our night in cousin house at koki closed to Hajiya Mariya Dantata house . We were highly welcomed, I was impressed with the way she treated us. I liked the hospitality. 

It was a crowd that woke me up at about 6:00 AM, when I took a glanced through window it was a large number of people I saw at Hajiya's house collecting free meals. I learnt that less privilege people do collect three times meal every blessed day. May God bless Hajiya as usual.

I decided to toured since crowded wouldn't allow me to sleep well. I toured to Kano abattoir with my brother, a number of cattle were slaughtered. A gigantic camel freed from his perch and cheesed people, almost smashed me into the woods. To get My way back home was not easy, I changed route to experienced something new, I experienced newly things and I lost my way back home. We were directed by old age person to get our way back home. Is easy to be lost in a big city, most especially Kano state. 

We came back home very tired and weakened. We bathed and took a breakfast. We did one to things and packed out our things. Is good to meet and departed. I hated departing words, it hurts, but I most say goodbye.

We headed directly to Wambai market and buy some things. We finished everything with no time wasted, and headed to park in Kantin Kwari. I entered a commercial car with some fat guys, I mate at the park. We seated at the back seat, and they they squeezed me like a rag doll. Free advice to tiny people like me, don't ever enter a commercial car with fat people, we shared equal rights, and you'll get squeezed like a rag doll, just like me.

The road to Jos from Kano state was poor, and bad sometimes, but we have a good chauffeur and the road was well known to him. He was a speedy runner type, I forgot. When we passed through Nigerian Law School, I remembered with my two able barristers, F.J Habila and Rukaiya Muhammad. May Allah see you trough your future endeavors. Ameen.

Cool Indian music was played before it was changed to Hausa song, it was not bad. It was M. Sharif track, it was cool, I liked it.

We stopped at a village to pray, I have prayed already. Those fat guys went to pray whilst we were left at the car eating our dried 'Gurasa' roasted flour. We ate our Gurasa finished without water. Just to pray for 6-7 minutes, Asr prayer is four Raka'at, two Raka'at for a traveler. I don't know what took those fat guys 20 minutes, always delayed us, always bring obstacles right from park. I hate delays, even though I walked slowly but I never delayed.

I counted this; from Kano to Saminaka was eight high way patrol officers who collected tokens from the chauffeur. Six were mobile police patrol, and two were soldiers. The road to Jingir from Saminaka was extremely poor. 

I can feel the aura of Jos city, the weather was very cold. Places were well decorated, I felt the Christmas feelings and gifts. Selfishness makes Christmas a burden, love makes it a delight. Tell Santa Claus I'm good this year. We dropped at the park safely, it was a safety landed.I left fat guys at the park were all freezes.

Love is composed in a single soul inhabiting it two bodies, they said.

May Allah bestowed his benevolent mercy upon the union, may the marriage be blessed with full of joy and happiness. Ameen.