Biography of Abubakar Abdulkadir
Abubakar Abdulkadir was born in Zungeru, niger state of Nigeria. he is a budding poet who rose admist the dirt that defaced his country to seek peace, justice and love for the nation through the rythm of pen.
In an era where majour showpieces are corruption, bombing etc he is still drew line between his creativity and the traumatizing reality of his nation.
Abubakar Abdulkadir Poems
A Letter To Distance
Dear Mr. Distance, I have a soul across your seas. When she shall set out
Weep Not Africa!
I lent my heart to the finest breeze, Sat my soul upon the stillness of its wings, And wandered far and wide-
The Lady By The Stream1
By the stream in the meadow Sat a belle jeweled in sparkles Relishing the smiling serenity Her hair billowed like a cascade of confetti
The Children Of Angwan Daji
Our footprints are young markings On the damp earth of Anguwan Daji This is where the wind whistles And whisk away our destinies like worn foliage.
Death Of My Woman
Remember the youth durbar When you twist yourself Like salted worm At the blaring of wonderous drums
The Tears Of My Poetry1
These tears pinched from my poetry shall never slack; They are the tears of roses rooted in black bricks, They are the tears against the laughters of leeches Flaunting kegs of brewed blood,
The Shore Is Still Off Sight
Captain! Captain! ! A century on this sorry stretch, Still the shore cloaks in the deep of the horizon. My condolence to our coughing boat. We sailed and sailed on reoccurring miles
Enslaved In Liberty
Smokes rises from our yards Yet our yawns stretches for miles I have seen barns erected But were brim-filled with naught
Darkness Well Spent
Before the fete of my birth, life forced it's fiendish fingers into my feline eyes and stud my light with
In Lagos, God Is Our Neighbour
The compact city of bustling calm where colours of diverse cultures and ancient tribe tread to form the rainbow that festooned her roof
Where God spreads His mat and sit On fine stretch of green weeds And songs blare from sagging yards Sonorous
Dawn sprawls softly on your eyelashes Adaobi of immeasureable beauty Your desire trees in me like Africa In the heart of Nelson Mandela
I have witnessed the discolouration of the rains That triggers the treeing of my Africa I have seen the bittering of brews Tapped from the proud breasts of her palms
Where God spreads His mat and sit
On fine stretch of green weeds
And songs blare from sagging yards
Heralded by brave distant trees
That is Africa, my Africa.