Let tie our broom sticks together and sweep the floor in our society.
A word of peace is like a kettle of water,
But we are now ruled by the kingdom of pieces.
Nowadays
Neighborhood is like enemies of yester age,
Where two neighbors live in the same compound but opponent heart.
The tree of hatred planted into our minds,
Who’s bear the fruit of conflict,
Growing stronger and bearing more fruits.
Hatred killing the foundation of good Morrow
Now today
Hatred is building the tower of conflict
Injecting odium Into the heart of today child.
Killing love in the mind of tomorrow men’s
Where indeed in yester age
A child spent a day in friend house
Where they Will play together
Eat lunch together
And even call the friend mother mummy
But in today years
We are lost in a black forest
Where our hatred have distract our children friendship
Always avoiding them from eating neighbors meals
Giving them toys to stop playing with the neighbors children
This are not the anthem of democracy we heard from larks during quadrennial replacement.
Half dead tree unlikely to bear fruit,
Watering with patience,
But refuse to change.
They are quadrennial replacement,
Yearning for the votes from our thumbs.
The trees are becoming enormous,
Like tree’s in the forest,
Standing with dry leaves.
They keep rejecting works
Becoming more baren than ever.
They grow to consume our toils,
But serving us nothing.
Moon(haiku)
Shining all the night,
In the gap between darkness,
That lighten the earth.
Market
A panel board,
That bridge different wires,
Red, black and yellow,
With different insulators
Wealth
Wishes that makes dream
Come true,
The pride of human
That defines existence.
Precious stone
Oh precious stone
Human are thirsty to have,
Hustle through curdles day and night.
Green fingers
The wealth of the nation
Waving at us
Agriculture growing
Crops mingling with us.
Stay in gist with them
From dawn to dusk.
Green fingers that wave at us
Like calabash on a river
Accompany us with air.
Green fingers
Our marketer
That we undergoes barta trade
Exchanging health and joy.
Argony(haiku)
Always Mood changer
That fills the heart with anger
Like a mourning one
I am in pain
Blood flow like stream
Embracing the soil
That reduce our fertile.
Bandit and Boko Haram
Acting of their choice
Insecurity embracing us
Victims have no fear for law again
Kill and earn
Murderer becoming occupation
Rule of law abandoned
People suffering from pieces
Peace have been buried cause by low security.
Nuraini Mohammad Usman is a passionate writer and student from Minna, Niger state with roots in Kano State. Inspired by his experience and culture, he crafts uplifting poems and stories that ignite positive change with a strong foundation from Better Treasure international school and Al-fawzul Azeem International School, Nuraini is currently honing his skills at Legend International School and Hilltop Creative Art foundation. He believes in the power of words to inspire and motivate others.