Abubakar Abdulkadir

(21 March,1995 / Niger State, Nigeria)

My Pledge


I have taken a pledge
To spend my days a Godsent

The preacher have misplaced their calls
Poking thier eyes on the streams
Flowing through those compounds
With fine flowers and tall fences

I have taken a pledge
To spend my days a Godsent

I have risen among my clans
With a pledge to tell
The truth buried on the palms of the preachers
I have pledged to remind the first class travellers
That the journey remains same, no distance

I have taken a pledge
To spend my days a Godsent

I have pledged to tell those riders of tall horses
With white robes scary to dusts
Ridders whom served us water
With which they bath thier arses
That we shall meet at same junction
Where their horses shall refuse more steps
And thier robes shall be the refuge of termites

I have taken a pledge
To spend my days a Godsent

I have come to tell the herdsmen
Who lay their mats on green grasses
While thier herds fill thier tummy
With the dust of the deserts
That the junction is there;
That dark portion where the sun melts

Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013

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