He was rich in the morning
He swam too far in wealth for any man to reach
He was too far to hear the Poor’s mourning
Too busy to save a life with the offer of a fish
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I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of light
By dumping us in the dark with pits everywhere
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This poem is dedicated to Azu. It was written as a result of the ordeal he went through when someone he loved erased the footprints of her love from his life. Someone, he not only loved but nurtured.
My heart breaks like beaks of birds
Stricken against the mourning mountain
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We were four friends
He was a real friend
We were four brothers
He was a real brother
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Born in Kano for a new dawn
Raised for the people without frown
Grew with wills
Climbed the hills
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It was the world's best park
Beaming with best of white and black
It was the stage for the world's best dance
With people gathered like they were locked in a trance
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