Put down the swords into rough shares

Put down the swords into rough-shares

I received a call from the home of our making that i lost friends and a friend of friends over the recent incident In jos and other areas. Tears dropped from my eyes.

I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight back, but I resigned and changed my mind. I realised that any fool can do that, and I want to be above fool. I changed the hostilities into friendliness.

I don't want to exaggerate the issue and promote hatred, but the number of the death-roll were too numerous to mention. Above all, it's what it's, it was what it was, and what happened had happened.

Able bodies of individual who could have been very productive were sent to their earlier graves. Perhaps, this people would have contributed their best towards the development and the progress of the state.

Not only that, many properties were destroyed. Interestingly, Plateau has been so fortunate to never lost a leader or a great politician during each clashed.

Sadly enough, the land that we fought, fight over and over is the same land that we wet with our bloods and buried our own soul inside. Be soft. Even the mountains are soft. They springs us water sometimes. Be calm. Even the lions are not scary all the time. They are friendly, sometimes.

I learnt from our fathers that theirs was better than this. Theirs was peace and harmony. For that I said NO to retaliation. Let's live with example.

I'm down on my knees urging my people not to retaliate, let's give peace a chance to reign. Together we make our home a great.

The days and years to come will not be the same without my people- but they will be good days, filled with life and love, because of the example they lived for us.

The soul that we lost to the cruel hands of death may they rest in perfect peace, for the families who had the lost; may God grant them the fortitude to bear the lost.

( Ai anshamu tun muna 'yan yara kanana, kuma mun warke.) please say NO to retaliation, let's shun the violence and harmonise each other.

Riding to kill

Two injured as keke hits bike.

A speedy runner, keke rider knocked down two young boys whom sustained severe injuries on leg around Koki street, at about 12 noon, the victims were rushed to hospital.

According to an eye witness Mallam Sanusi who confirmed the incident, explained that; the keke rider was running in a high speed without taking caution.

He added that, that was the third accident which occurred at the same place same date, due to the poor road, holes and heavy a downfall. He expressed discomfort over the incident.

Mallam Sanusi also said, the first accident which occurred at early morning happened to be the fatal accident accident among the three accidents, with many casualties, broken of arms and vehicle damages.

According to the Keke rider known as Adams Sarki, said he tried all his possible ways not to hit the bike, but he couldn't. And he was riding with caution and averaged speed.

His words, " I had a break failure, I had to know when I got closer to them, and there are hawkers by side, going to gutter will will cause a lot of casualties and damages, if not I would've entered the gutter without hitting any one".

According to one of the victims, Haidar Abubakr, who sustained severe injuries on his leg said, he saw the keke rider coming towards to them, they never knew that he lost control. Before they noticed it, he had knocked them down.

The victims were rushed to Kano state hospital, Accident and Emergency unit. Efforts were made to speak with The Federal Road Safety Corps, but unfortunately none of their members are available at the incident.

Fly off the handle

Fly off the handle.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Dating is so hard today. You don't know if you are meeting the representative. You don't know if the other person is only entertaining you until they can physically have your body.

You don't know if they are using your good spirit and good energy to get over an old flame that once burned them. 

Dating is so hard because so many people are afraid to be transparent with how they feel and what they truly want out of the next person. 

We project and say that we want all these things, but in the end some of us really don't. Building a bond and a relationship with someone takes an extreme amount of work.

 You can't take days off when you are in a relationship. Everyday has to be geared towards growing stronger as a couple. 

You meet so many people today that don't understand that concept. You meet so many people today that just want to waste your time. 

It would be nice to meet someone without having hidden motives for a change. It would be nice to meet someone you can talk to and forget how much time has passed.

 It would be nice to meet someone who is tired of getting hurt and tired of getting it wrong just like you, and wants to get it right with someone special one day.

Never whisper the words of love if the feeling is not true. Never share your feelings if you mean to break the heart. Never look into my eyes iffy all you have to do is lie, and never say hello iffy you really mean goodbye.

Butterflies of sadness

The butterflies of sadness.

Indeed, death does not come when we plan for it. It's an uninvited guest, and when ever it comes we have no control over it. It takes anyone it wants, especially the good ones.

When thing goes the same way forever, it's not life. Different things must happen, the good, and the bad. We have no choice than to accept our fate. If Lucky was enough.

Dying has nothing to do with ageing, good wealth or ill health.

Dying is a process called Death thus; it's just like every-other Debt. It comes without knocking, and does not deserves mocking.

From the day you arrived this world, Death has prepared your Debt Sword.

Jafar Muhammad Danmande has paid his own debt, and gone to rest. Indeed, it's a long journey, lemme hold my crashing tears, till we meet in the nearest years. Though, the tears never dry from the wet heart.

If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you back home.

Jafar was the only kid brother I had, and I lost him to the cruel hands of death on Tuesday morning 09/10/2018, which I call the 'tears day'. It's true we don't know what we've got until its gone.

While we're mourning the loss of our brother, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

I have lived long to outgrown clothes, in the constant image of my own face, I have witnessed rays of newborn sun, in the grave attention of my own eyes.

I have seen the demise of my own soul, seemingly panting, like the heart of a virgin bride, but on the tip of my parched tongue, I have commanded my pen to ask, how easy is it to die?

If dying is to cease living, a hungry man might have no code, but surely he's got only one hope, the hope of death, to sweep his debt.

like the hunter that passed on, he left his poverty to his own gun.

what about my little brother? the poor boy who died over a day sick,

he left his unforgettable memories to the home and the family.

Jafar, simple sweet he is. He was a good boy, smart and intelligent. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Sometimes stubborn for my likings. The one l liked the most, but death do us apart. The one I bullied under any circumstances, the one I beat for no reason.

A dark gloom days has passed, the butterflies of sadness Hoover in millions, and the pond of tears never dry. The sweet memories are still fresh, and they will always be. Though, everything remains joyless.

Jafar, was used to knocked on my door every morning for school rid. That was what I hated the most. We had to fight everyday before I drove him to school. Now, he has gone. I wish he'll come back someday just to knock on my door, if it's necessitate let him break down the door. I wouldn't mind.

I remembered, the last time I drove him to school, I bullied him well, he was just laughing at me with enthusiasm. I can see the smiling face which had never fade. This little boy has touched our heart, mind and soul. We'll always count you in our daily prayers.

The days and years to come will not be the same without my brother, but they will be good days, filled with life and love, because of the example he lived for us.

Dear death, if you want to take someone's soul from my family, please take mine first. Thanks.

“Death comes, and makes a man his prey,

A man whose powers are yet unspent;

Like one on gathering flowers intent,

Whose thoughts are turned another way.

Begin betimes to practise good,

Lest fate surprise thee

unawares

Amid thy round of schemes and cares;

To-morrow’s task to-day conclude.*

Mahābhārata.”

Excerpt From: William Alexander Clouston. “Book of Wise Sayings.”

Oh Allah!

Make Jafar's death better than his live,

Make his grave better than his house,

And make jannatul Firdausi his final destination. Ameen Ya Rabbi.