My Beloved.

The first time we met I was young and innocent, I fell inlove with you naturally, like it was meant to be. I loved you and you loved me, there was no compulsion in our union, it was simple and beautiful,just like you. Till date I don’t regret meeting you at my prime, I was younger and you were older but you didn’t take advantage of me, you held my hand all through and protected me from the evil eyes. When I got angry with anyone you calmed me down, you taught me how to smile at all times, I don’t really have the adequate vocabulary to describe you. If only people can really know you, if only they take their time to study you my beloved, then they will realise how special you really are. Please permit me to tell them your name, so they can come searching for you, though I would have loved to keep you to myself, but you have taught me to never be greedy and to share goodness with my fellow humans.
My beautiful “islam”.



Poem: Saint and Sinner

I am not a saint
I am not a sinner

But I know I sinned
Long ago when I couldn’t see.
Trust me it didn’t feel good,
It only brought misery

It’s a mystery isn’t it?
What you ran after all this time,
Used your wealth, time & energy
Only turned out to be just a……
Miserable ending…..
a mystery.

“So the devil never comes to you”, you say
He won’t come to you with two horns on his head
Or looking red,
Or looking like what you had imagined.
Or what came out of hell.

He comes to you in the form of your biggest desire,
He comes in a borrowed beautiful form,
A deceptive form,
A form you can’t  ignore,
A form that would let you drop your guard.

Some of us won’t recognize his ugliness,
That ugliness within,
Cos the mind would see only what it desires,
And neglect what looks like fire.

I am not a sinner
I am not a saint
But I tell you; God knows best.

POEM: Best Friend


You walked in even when everyone walked out,
You’re the only one i trust,
So why should I not desire,
and aspire,
to build an empire,
Not close to hell fire,
But close to my neighbors yard.

You have always been here,
So why should I be there,
Even at night when no one was here,
You stood by me through your thoughts and said you will be here,
Through out my life ,
You lightened my heart and gave me light,
Friends were far,
Family deferred,
But you i could find,
Have me in your heart even when the days are long,
cause it won’t be long,
Before we belong.

The pasts we can never forget,
But the future we look forward to,
Hold my hands and stay strong,
And I will wipe your tears
if I sense fears,
Now view your time,
Never forget this times,
Always remember this rhymes,
Remember the hypes,
as i will always be by your right,
You’re my best friend.

I Died On An Ordinary School Day

I came across this touching and beautifully witten post and concluded that I must share it with you Insha Allah.


    I died. At 18,I passed away. Last night,I prepared for
my advertising class, carefully ironing my pink shirt, I
rehearsed my speech for the practical class. Like
many other people, my whole world revolved round
the school. Chasing the ‘almighty’ first class, the
school was my life. Nothing else. Alas!as I rehearsed
for Aunty Yinka’s class, I paid no attention to the last
day of my life. The last night of my life.
    I was young, smart and full of energy. My innocence
and humility caught the attention of most
people.However, I was one ordinary girl. A library
major with no hobbies and a totally dead social life.
Apart from my ever broad smile, I offered the world
nothing else. With no name, fame or my ‘almighty
degree’, I slept and I haven’t woken up. I am never
going to wake up. I am dead.
  Confirming my death this Monday morning, the girls
on I-block retired to my room. I heard them calling
my name, screaming and shouting,swinging me back
and forth,pleading with me to wake up. Grief. Pain.
Sadness. I saw it all in their eyes. Too many who
didn’t know me had so much to say. She was too
young and gentle.Too pretty, they said amid tears.
They didn’t stop saying I was too young and pretty to
pass away but in the face of death, aren’t we equal?
On the death list, I have taken my turn!

   The news of my death soon spread like wildfire.
People called. They texted, tweeted,put it up on their
facebook walls and personal messages. Some others
took pictures and records of the sad event.

#RIP to the girl that committed suicide. #RIP to the girl who
died in Jaja today. #RIP to the girl that was poisoned…they put it up everywhere. Different stories of the news of my death.

How people came about all these stories is still beyond me!I never considered suicide.I wasn’t sick.Poisoned? No,I wasn’t. My death is still a mystery. A puzzle I cannot solve.

You cannot call my parents! I yelled! The Hall Warden
was already on the phone with them, then I realized I
am in a world of my own. I see the emptiness in the
heart of every single person I left behind. I have been
taken home. No,my body has been taken home. The
tears of the mother, the pain of the father. The
agony of bereaved parents. Just like them, I am
helpless. Cold and immovable.
    All my classmates were at Aunty Yinka’s advertising
class. For the fear of losing 10marks,they agreed that
life must go on. People have to die. Just what I would
have done. Sadly,I am the one who is dead, their
lives must go on. I am going to be buried, 6-feet. I
am aware that ants and worms down there will feast
on my pretty young body. How do they bite? Where
shall they begin to eat from? Fear.
    I have also read that the Almighty shall request for
the accounts of my short life. When last did I turn to
Him? Did I say my prayers last night? Did I not plan
to read The Book after lectures today? Alas!I did not
know the last time would be the last. I am in fear;
the fear of not finding peace down there.
     I am being prepared for my own burial,I am running
out of time to complete this piece. I am going ahead
to the next phase of my life, I hear that all my very
expensive clothes and shoes will be given out. Others
will be burnt. So that everyone can get me out of
their thinking and imagination. I will become history.
I might be forgotten!
     Before I drop my pen, I am not sure if I made the
best out my life. All the people I failed to forgive, the
past that I held on to and the future that I thought
was bright! Indeed,I forgot to live all the days of my
life to the fullest. Regrets. Pain. Fear.
I will soon be left with no friends, family, books and
toys. With my account with The Most High, I will be
all alone. I will be buried…SOURCE

POEM: I’m Islam.

Assalamu alaikum, may peace be upon you!
I’m Islam,
The religion of peace & ease
Islam is not hatred or adversity.

Hold on a minute,

I’m sure you are familiar with me,
Oh yes you’re,
You see me everyday in the news,
Been accused of things I didn’t do,

Are you amused or transfixed cause I’m been abused?

let me break it down for you,
Like my brother kadir rightly said,
In his last poem; i am not a terrorist

They say,
I have become a threat to the west to the world in wide,
I have been black listed,
Among the list of the rest to the west,
You know,
It sounds so funny when I’m been addressed as a terror,
Some even go far calling me an error,
They say i terrorise & create tension
that’s not my intention,
I don’t give out such instructions,
If you look at my obligations
You will see why I have great reputation,

I have obligated you to fast & pray,
& not discriminate,
I have obligated you not to hate & to lower your gaze,
For lustful eyes crystallize Into habit & habit solidifies into circumstance,
I tell you not to use harmful substance,
For the pain won’t subside,
it mostly lead to suicide,
I tell you to respect others religion,
and play with your wife during your leisure,
I tell you to be kind to others & never raise your hand on a woman,
I mean if I tell you that,
Why would you raise your hand on a human,

I have given you a holy book of truth,
Sent from up above your roof,
Yet you go from root to root searching for truth & then you end up been used,
I tell you not to kill unjustly.

You may call me a saint,

Yes I’m,
cause i’ve been sent by the Creator to the creations.

I’m not a preacher nor a teacher,
But I’m here to preach to those who are wretched & rich,
And among my messages to humanity is that vanity creates insanity.

Some take up the responsibility to defend my name,

in time of shame,

Some i permit ,some i do not,
For you will have a shade in hereafter if you are just.



POEM: Dear Mama.


Oh mama,
words cannot describe how much i adore you,
your endless love & understanding,
you are the road path to which i see the world,
your ever everlasting devotion to my success is
in a meaningless chase of materialistic pursuit,
you used your incredible wisdom & wonderful insight in
guiding me.

Sometimes you piss me off ,
but i have never for one day stopped loving you,
I know how often i took you for granted,
yet i was never grounded,

You caved me a bear hug even when i was wayward,
Each time the world let me down as tears run down my
you kissed me in the forehead & stood by me,
you understood every word i did not say”

Looking deep down in your loving eyes,
all i see is everlasting love with no boundaries,
you hold a mirror to which my future lies,
i can’t imagine a world without you,
i rather die than see u cry,
i will never forsake you mom,
nor condemn you as i age,

How will i forget the pain you went through,
the unbearable miserable feeling of pregnancy,
the sleepless nights i gave you,
they shall not be in vain,
Each time i see you laughing it gives me inner joy,
It feels like a blessing,
not everyone is opportuned to have someone like you,
i will keep loving you till i take my last breath!



Oh mother,
what have i done to deserve this destruction,
this humiliation is beyond my imagination,
you have no idea how much i prayed for my existance,
yet you used those substances,


those gloss illegal narcotics given to you by that man across the street.

Still you weren’t satisfied,
you went to that man in white,
as he made complete mess of me,
you killed my dreams & aspiration within mintines,
due to your desperation,
you deprived me from that place called earth,


In every breath of yours,
I was few steps closer in achieving my dreams,
I guess it’s too late to change the belly of origin.


We shall meet another day,
the day i get to live again for eternity.

I forgive you,
but pray to the creator for forgiveness,
For he gave you goodness,
And you had it wasted.

I’m a witness,

It’s time to say goodbye,
I wish i could buy more time,


to converse with the mother i never had nor saw.