The girl called Meenoh

The girl called Meenoh.

The story started on a faithful morning. She was the first person I met. First person I knew. And the only  One I liked. In a particular.

Wind sprinkled mind and wiped away sorrows.

Rain falls down and cleaned out worries.

Terrific flood hits heart whirlwind glanced healed wounds. 

For off a face visage sat down under a tree 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 melody

She looked so lonely. I looked so humble. We met by a destiny. On a the same version. Those memories were unforgettable.

She sat all alone. Under trees, under cold. The trees were soft. They springs water on her. I felt pity for her. And I liked her at first sight for the patience and for endurance. She earned my respect immediately, at first sight. And forever. Because she was strong.

I greeted her( as gentle man), I learnt that we were all there for the same purposes. I thank God for that, for she was a real.

We walked together towards the Deen's office for why we were there.

I should be a mighty proud for walking with a golden lady, with a pure heart like her. For that, I recognized myself as a fortunate person than anyone could be.

I enjoyed every single second of that moment. 

I read her like a magazine and I saw my future in her  eyes. I had faith in what I saw.

I loved every piece of her, from her head to her toes. She reminded me of my past. I loved her name the most. She shared the same name with the most important person in my universe. My mom.

I wished we could stay for a longer time, and know each other more. But, alas we achieved what brought us together. I knew that we would still meet again soon. I guarantee it. And it happened.

School resumed:

We kept behind closed doors, and every time I see her, I die little more. It was obvious that she is meant for me. Every piece of her just fits in so perfectly.

Every second, every thought, every time, I'm in so deep. But I never show on my face. Whenever I'm with her, I'm lost of words.

We can see for forever not a cloud in the sky

Picture perfect weather everyday of our lives

Just imagine if everything she wanted came true

Well it happened to me so it can happen to her,

We were on a journey of truth and belief is the key

So open up your heart and let your life free.

The more I know her, the more I got to know that she have a problem. I love being around crazy people, and I like her madness the most. She possessed them all. And, those kept me stocked with her.

The more I wanted to get close to her, the more I felt avoided. It hurts this fragile heart so badly. Life choices, this heart chose her. Just her. Little angel. 

I can walk miles to the edge of the universe for her angel, I will cross Oceans for her, I will walk barefooted for her, under grasses, under nails, and irons. 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 fan 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.

Self crirism

The power of self criticism

Reason was lost, so were facts. The harder I argued the more arrogant he became. I quickly resigned, and admitted that i was wrong without any emphatically.

I'm in for it. I knew it. You caught me red handed. I have no any jurisdiction to argue or to defend myself. I said.

I must be very stupid for violating the rules and crossing my limits. You have all the rights to arrest me. You can take me to any court of law and the jury will decide on what to do with me. I added.

Young man look, you...I hurriedly interrupted him. You warned me severally not to violate the rules but I turned to deaf ears. I stubbornly reluctant to accept the ways and the rules. I said.

I lost the right to apologize for what I did. You can take me to your office and punish me for my mistakes. For that it will teach me a lesson. I added.

Now listen. You seriously violated the rules, but you can... I interrupted him again. I admired your work. I get my experience only from books, and you get your own experience everyday on a life line situations. I wish I had a job like you. I meant everything I said.

He stopped for seconds and start to tell me about his work experienced for 32 years of service. The places he worked, how he caught offenders, and dealt with them.

He continued to tell me about his likes and dislikes, what he liked the most about his job, and Also about his family. 

I was bewildered on how he suddenly changed from a hard-boiled to a softhearted. He also changed the topic of our discussion thoroughly to his biography.

He continued. If people are like you, can admit their wrong quickly, and without emphatically. We wouldn't have been dragging people to court every week. 

The townspeople defiled our work. Thank GOD. People like you can understand how good our work is.

You reminded me about my dearest late friend. He appreciate good things, with a sincere appreciation, just like you.

You appreciate good things. You are freeman. You can go. He said.

From cradle to grave

From cradle to grave.

Many people come in and out of our lives. Some go without return, but the special ones keep their footprints in our mind and heart. Just like a little domestic birds; free to come, and free to go. Sometimes they go without return. Just like; Murtala and Lawal.

After having a terrible day for about 9 hours. I came back from school very exhausted and tired. I bathed. I ate my roasted flour(gurasa), which I bought in school. I switched on my fan, the air was very cold and snappy.

I idled on my mat, trying to get a comfort from discomfort, a relief from tough, a peace of mind from pieces of work. My phone rang. It was very irritating. Who could this be at this hour, trying to arouse my old feelings of hatred for night calls. 

My time said it was 9:03 PM. I checked the caller who was "Big Bro", has the world end! i wonder what was he going to tell me at that hour after knowing that I don't make calls anything past 8:00 PM.

If there is anything which i can't do at that moment was rejecting his call. I had no choice. I picked up the call and took it closer to my left ear. I greeted him politely as usual. He answered. His tune was unusual, it weaken my weakened soul. We both muted for seconds. 

He ensued. How has been your day?

It was so terrible and full of stressed. I said. 

I was expecting the usual mocking laugh from him, but I got 'sannu', tough luck. Instead. My conscious mind quickly signaled my brain that something was wrong. I didn't ask too many questions. I waited to hear what he got for me.

Does anyone call you from home? He asked with a shaky voice. My heart beats increased to 101 percent. No, this's my first call from the hour of 3:00 to 21:00. I replied. Have you heard about the death of.... he quite. 

The death of who! I exclaimed in a stammered voice. Warmth tears falling down from my eyes. Who died? I asked. Murtala is dead. 

What! I exclaimed. Wait. Which Murtala are you talking about? How many Murtala do we have? He said.

He continued. I got a phone call that he had an accident few minutes earlier, together with his friend, Lawal, and Sadiq's wife. From kaduna to Jigawa at Ringim, and ended the call.

The terrific news rushed into my bloodstream and causes; heart pounding, quavering voice, shaky hands, change in body temperature, itchy skin, and dry mouth, mind going blank, and cold hands and feet.

The physiological changes produced by my body leads circulation and breathing to become more rapid, additional oxygen reached the muscles. Increased circulation caused uninvited sweat; adrenaline rushed through the body and instructed my body to speed up its movements.

I quickly topped up VTU and phoned my mom. She wasn't able to pick up the call. It was my dad who answered the call. Before exchanging any pleasantry. I heard my mummy's sobbed of pain from behind obstruction. It happened. I knew it. Pray for your brother. he said. and hung up the call. I can't explain how my night went from there.

The friendship of Murtala and Lawal is like the old cliche of " when there is love there is peace", " when there is moon there must be stars". So also when there's Murtala there's Lawal.

If you're looking for Murtala. You don't look for him directly, look for Lawal. Instead. So also if you're looking for Lawal. Don't look for him directly, look for Murtala, you'll find Lawal standing by his side. Always.

The story of their friendship is a long story, but what makes it unique would be told in brief.

Distance never serve as a barrier to them. No matter the distance, no matter the situation, no matter the impact of social media over relationship, no matter the self-esteem; why would I be the first person to call, why would I always be the first person to look for him/her! They never depart.

Murtala and Lawal grew up together. Attended the same primary school, the same secondary school, the same university, and served at the same state ( Jigawa), had an accident at the same time, died at the same spot, and buried at the same place.

Solidarity forever. Friends, you shall forever remind. Together you shall forever be in the highest ranking of paradise. Indeed you are the real definition of a true friendship. You thought me a good lesson, I hope, I shall never forget.

The last time I mate Lawal, it was in Jigawa while he was serving. Then. He was our host. We arrived at late night and went to a nearest teashop at Dutse. We ate noodles with a hot leap-tea. God bless the presence of comrade Isa he paid the bill. We chatted about politics and politicians.

On that night. I and Lawal slept on the same bed after making jets of me because I'm an Arsenal fan and we played against Liverpool. We lost to Liverpool. He's simple sweet. Good person to be with. Before I woke up in the morning, he boiled water for me. Ready for bath. I bathed and rushed to Sadiq's wedding.

 It's normal to meet and to depart. When we were departing Lawal said to me "when ever I get money I will send you to by me correct OK shoes in jos, your stuffs are good. I trust it' these were his words.

Those memories were unforgettable. They're still fresh.

I and Murtala. We always chat. I had never missed his Friday well wishes. He's a sneak lover. Our last chat with him was about marriage. I mounted a pressure on him. I told him that I heard about his wedding date. December ending. He quickly defend himself with ' I don't even have a girlfriend' we laugh and laugh. We talked about different issues. That's life.

Oh! 

The creator of the universe in six days. The king, the master of the day of judgment. Answer my prayers.

Oh!

My Lord. I'm down on my knees asking for your forgiveness and mercies. You alone can forgive and bestow mercy upon us.

Oh!

The ever living God. Forgive Murtala, Lawal, and Khadijah. Distance them from the flame of hell fire. Make them a dwellers of Jannat Firdaus.  May their own gentle soul rest in perfect peace. Ameen Ya Rabbi.

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.