Sheikh Ahmed Tijan Bah
Biography of Sheikh Ahmed Tijan Bah
My name is Sheikh Ahmed
every week i sit on my bed
whatever comes to my mind, I write
just started but it seems good, right?
Sheikh Ahmed Tijan Bah Poems
I Don'T Give A F***
Let me tell you a story I witnessed, it's a true story about how I handle my business. 'Once upon a time
You Are So Beautiful It Hurts
Assalamu Alaikum WaRahmatullahi WaBarakatuhu ukhti You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful it hurts me that I don’t know you yet. Who knows, I probably have never met you yet.
The Guy In The Mirror
Who is this guy in the mirror? Why is he looking at me? Why is he staring at me? Why is he ogling at me?
Homesick - Part 1
Homesick I am so homesick, I am not homesick anymore I am so homesick, I am now sick of home
This is a poem about my love, my very beautiful love, not much to say just read the poem and you'll know everything about my love and our relation ship... PEACE <3 :) They say I have a problem and I need help
My Winter Charm
Dear Big Black Jacket I bought you all the way from Sarojini Market From that dude with the bad breath Hoping you can cover me like a blade is covered by a sheath
Welcome To Sharda
Now I guess ya'll already understand what I'm going to be saying to you, so I'm not going to recite to you a long poem that will end up boring you but I'll just pour out to you what I feel in me and probably you do too. This ain't no free style neither is it a wild style I'm just hoping to speak to you, for a just a little while. Now I left home with hope and prayers from the pope and my hair combed to come to a different land to learn one, two, three and A, B, C, and may be add to that, the native Ek, Do, Tin and now that I am here, I've already established a home sweet home away from my mum's own home.
Eid Is Tomorrow But I Am In Sorrow
In my part of the world Eid ul Fitr is tomorrow but i have found myself in deep sorrow I am not in sorrow because its eid I am in sorrow because The Month of Months is going to leave.
Conversation With The Devil
*Something I wrote while on the Delhi Metro* CONVERSATION WITH THE DEVIL
Two dreams never collide But two lives always coincide Two rainbows never show at once But rain often falls in abundance
God gave me something: I am not good at everything; but I do many many things. I am not the best at anything;
From One 'Kalou' To Another
From one 'Kalou' to another. I was totally amazed travelling by bus today, cruising through the slums of Delhi,
HAPPY 48th INDEPENDENCE GAMBIA On this day 48 years ago, Our then leaders agreed they were ready to takeover,
Ode To Frienemy
We've being through a lot together, From hot to stormy weather. We agreed you were my brother, From another mother.
This is a poem about my love, my very beautiful love, not much to say just read the poem and you'll know everything about my love and our relation ship... PEACE <3 :)
They say I have a problem and I need help
I tell them not to worry, my heart should swell
It has to expand, because that's where my love dwells
And I have to make space for you too, my love is not jealous
She tells me to love you like I love me, and you know I am an egotist
But I don't mind, because then she tells me,