The land came up with water,
Rocks, trees and animals
A tall void of nothingness stood above
And when the Hausa people
Began their trades, the sky was formed.
A mallam was making blue dye
In the great dye pits of Kano
And the scorching sun stole the solution
Into the thin air
The blue dye became the blue sky
And its water became the rain
They all settled above.
When a Katsina farmer
Had harvested his cotton to dry
A fierce whirlwind came by
And swept the cotton bolls
Above and they settled on the blue
Sky as clouds
Their seeds spilled shiny oil
That twinkle in the sky.
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