Thursday, November 28, 2013


... by Tijjani Muhammad Musa


I just came on board my Facebook wall and commenced browsing downward to see what new is happening and catch up on what I've missed. Suddenly I saw this heading: PROGRESSIVE PROFESSOR URGES WHITE MALE STUDENTS TO COMMIT SUICIDE DURING CLASS and my interest and curiousity was activated. Who could be so bold, making this very serious, not-so-palatable statement and directing it to the whites? Habaa! 

So I clicked on the title which combined as a link to arrive at a website - Diversity Chronicle and the bold and brazen interview of the Professor who made that euthanistic suggestion.

These are some of the shocking things he had to say in response to questions asked by Ivan Fernando, which made the title simply a child's play... Hear him:

“If you are a white male, you don’t deserve to live. You are a cancer, you’re a disease, white males have never contributed anything positive to the world! They only murder, exploit and oppress non-whites! At least a white woman can have sex with a black man and make a brown baby but what can a white male do? He’s good for nothing" - Professor Noel Ignatiev

Obviously, all whites need to be destroyed, but why not start with white males? They are behind most of history’s greatest atrocities. - Professor Noel Ignatiev

Eventually white women can breed out, but my feeling is that if you are a white male, you should kill yourself now. If you are a thoughtful person, with a social consciousness who considers himself white, you will consider suicide. It’s the right thing to do. - Professor Noel Ignatiev

No one has committed violence, genocide and dispossession on the level of white males. The whole purpose of white male culture is to perpetuate their privileged status and continue their oppression of non-whites.  - Professor Noel Ignatiev

Whites don’t have a culture like other races in which traditions and customs are preserved as an expression of a common identity. White culture is an entirely economic and social culture which is about shutting out other people deemed “non-white” as a means of preventing their social and economic advancement! In other words all of ‘white culture’ so-called, stems from hatred of the other, unlike other ethnicities which do have cultures. -  Professor Noel Ignatiev

Eventually, I would like to put white males in concentration camps and work them to death just like they’ve done to everyone else. When they are all dead we can throw a party and dance around their corpses! - Professor Noel Ignatiev

Slavery, genocides against aboriginal peoples and massive land confiscation, the inquisition, the holocaust, white males are all to blame! You maintain your white male privilege only by oppressing, discriminating against and enslaving others!” - Professor Noel Ignatiev

White people are a disease, they are parasites! They don’t deserve to live!  - Professor Noel Ignatiev

You can read the full article via this link:

Though it might sound ok to some people and the points he raised as his reasons for such a call on all white males might be true or can not be disputed to most, if not all non-whites, still it is not the best things to say to any one person or group of people, not to talk of a whole race.

Islamically, we are not to ever suggest clearly or disguisedly that any one should commit suicide, no matter how grevious or unforgivable are his or her atrocities. And yes, I know the Professor is expressing his candid opinion, based on reasons best known to him and that it has nothing to do with anything spiritual or religious, but as a Muslim one must always consider and analyze whatever we come across through the prism of our faith.

In Quran Allaah SWT Says:

Q4:110 - And whoever does a wrong or wrongs himself, but then seeks forgiveness of Allah will find Allah Forgiving and Merciful.

Q12:87 - And never give up hope of Allah's Mercy. Certainly no one despairs of Allah's Mercy, except the people who disbelieve."

Q4:29 - And do not kill yourselves [or one another]. Indeed, Allah is to you ever Merciful.

And the Prophet, Muhammad SAWS said:

"None of you should Wish for death because of a calamity befalling him; but if he has to Wish for death, he should say: "O Allah! Keep me alive as long as life is better for me, and let me die if death is better for me.' " - Bukhari Volume 7, Book 70, Number 575 Narrated by Anas bin Malik

"And none of you should Wish for death, for if he is a good doer, he may increase his good deeds, and if he is an evil doer, he may repent to Allah." - Bukhari Volume 7, Book 70, Number 577 Narrated by Abu Huraira

So, based on the foregoing extracts from both the Quran and Hadith, it is ill-adviced to suggest to anyone to kill himself or herself just because of his unimaginable sins and crimes. Nor should anybody incline towards committing suicide, no matter how undescribable are his or her evil doings. 

Rather, the person should turn to Allaah SWT and seek for forgiveness. As humans, we are not perfect and are full of errors in our actions and reactions. But in Allaah, let any who has hope for the best of a future, turn.

(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M. All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, November 27, 2013


Written by Tijjani Muhammad Musa

Let nobody think the worldwide concern and interest generated by the controversial Angolan ban on Islam and its subsequent denial by their Foreign embassy in Washington DC was a waste of time. Actually it was not a waste. 

There's no smoke without fire. If there was no ban or something similar, then what started the "rumour"? To the point of even quoting some highly placed government officials. Ai biri ya yi kama da mutum. We are just letting anybody know that just because Angolan Muslims are a minority there, none should think of even remotely denying them of their fundamental human right to freely worship. 

Even the majority Angolan Christian population are all not followers of the same denomination. Some are Catholics, Protestants, Anglicans, Baptists, Pentacostal etc. Remember, this is Africa, so I'm sure there are traditional religion practitioers. And of course there must be atheists, satanists, cultists, free thinkers etc, so it is not possible that all except the 5% Muslims in Angola are non-Christians. 

So, let each individual choose to worship whatever he or she willingly prefer. Also 16 million Angolans, less the 5% Muslims there can not obliterate the 1.8 billion Muslim Ummah (nation) worldwide! This is because the religion of those 5% Muslim Angolans is a small pinch off the growing global Islamic movement. 

And if that is allowed to happen, then all minority faiths, cults, movements or simple ideological fraternities worldwide are doomed. But, be rest assured Islam would not be among them. This is because it is the fastest growing religion in the world and currently occupying the No.1 position even above the collective Christian population as devotional faith. 

Looking closely at this, it is actually a concern not about or for Islam, but a worry about humanity and wherever the word 'Minority' would show itself. Even the majority worldwide as this very case typically demonstrates, could be a minority somewhere else. There are Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Zoroastrian, Krishnan, Marxist, etc minorities else where. Whereas in other countries, regions or continents, these very same religious followings could each be a majority. Therefore, it is tolerance and accomodating our differences that would see us progress as mankind. Not barbarism. Definitely, not this. 

So, it is gross stupidity and absolute retardation of the mind, body and soul for any to remotely, even in a dream, think like that. The person or nation must be a psychopathic case. 

(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M.


This is a series of Haiku Poems written by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip" as inspired by the controvercial Angola's ban on Islam (, which sensationalize the internet during the 3rd weekend of November 2013 via some websites.

In response to the scandalous news, a Haiku poem titled ANGOLA BANS LIGHT was first penned and posted on Facebook by Poetic Tee and it reads thus:


Angola bans light
Choosing to dwell in darkness
For how long? Poor souls.

This inspired other poets to immediately start expressing their dismay at the unpleasant news. While condemnations poured out from different individuals and sources for such a fundamental human rights violation by Angola, the series were penned down and scheduled to further reinforce the outrage.

The Haiku poems are 21 in number and were published one after another on both my Facebook wall and Twitter account. They are a representation of the mind of Angola as it took the unfortunate decision without considering the possible consequences of such a rule. Similar scenerios are presented to The Angolan Mind and its reaction to them are expressed along the ban on Islam path to show how impossibly inhumane the decision was. 

It was while the 13th piece was  posted that another Breaking News was made stating that Angola has denied banning Islam in their country via this link:

Below are the Haiku Series aptly titled THE ANGOLAN MIND.  Enjoy the read, then reflect on them please...

THE ANGOLAN MIND - Inspired by Angola's ban on Islam
... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"


"Bad's our neighbour son
Let's kill our own child in case
He turns evil too."


"Nigerians are crooks
Stop transacting with any
None is trust-worthy."


The apple tree bears
Few sour ones in a billion
"Uproot it now. Now!"


"You have breast cancer
And there is no cure yet
My advice? Suicide"


"Human rights violation
Naah! This is a cult, Angola"
Ignorance, indulge!


"Islam, evil cult"?
Worshiping in the open
2 billion man strong!


Let's make history
Albeit infamously! "Aye!"
Kill Angola's Islam


My wife is bad, mad
It seems she is pregnant
"Kill her for the child"


That child is trouble
She brings home nothing but that
"Bury her, alive!"


The Jews are evil
Through all time in history
"Exile them, ban them"


"Muslims are backward
So what if Europe advanced
In knowledge through them"


Violate a Muslim's rights
The "just" world ignores the crime
Uphold and get condemned.


Angola bans it
The "civil" minds celebrate
Justice's murder. Chai!


Just how smart are you?
Faced with a tough test question
"Tear it up! Walk out!"


"I do not care
If it's World Number 1 faith
I Am Angola!"


"World fastest growing
My foot! It's no religion.
1.8 billion?!!!"


"I'm civilized!
Yes, this is Twenty-first Cee!
Angola's not MAD!!!"


"Can you not see it?
Am afraid of loosing me
To Islam, the Peace"


Angola denies
Banning ISLAM. Well, well, well!
No fire, no smoke!


In religion no
Compulsion. For you, your ways
For me, mine. Respect.


The rights to freely
Worship is fundamental
Deny not one soul.


(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

Sunday, November 24, 2013



Angola bans light
Choosing to dwell in darkness
For how long? Poor souls.

(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

Friday, November 22, 2013


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Come, let me tell you a fine story
That might set your mind go aflurry

This is about a man of envious fame
Better still the Devil's favourite flame

He choses him with a sieve and care
Befitting a task full of charms and flare

Young, strong, handsome and hung
Muscle packed, tight and strung

Irresistible smile that causes a swoon
Neither of the blue nor the silver spoon

Most eloquent, what a cute thriller
At his peak, simply a lady-dazzler

A master playboy with no time for love
Only for tracing his fingers over a curve

A dozen and a half, just for a smile
Vanquished hearts queue for a mile

Fair, tall, slim, subtle, almost self-made
At his beck and call, they simply parade

Craving only for a brief glance
Lucky star in a moonlight dance

Beauties on the menu? Press "Play"
Many a heart, he shatters and spray

By the seconds, minutes of the hour
Enchanting, charming, bees to flower

Rivers of tears fit for a record swim
Oceans of pains, foams get a skim

The devil's exciting and tempting game
Time celebrating his fame and blame

The day dragged on 36 hours endless
Until the hour-glass drained off sandless

At twilight when the sun heat's a flint
An angel floats-by catching his squint

Mersmerizing, intoxicating, fully on offer
In full glory, scented rose dare its sniffer

Transparent, soft and delicate of mould
Fingers failed to lift, to touch and to hold

Slouched, wrinkled and frail of bones
Barely audible, in wavering monotones

The day's over for this former hot ember
Another found? January to December 

Come, let me tell you another fine story
That might again set your mind go aflurry...

(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

Friday, November 15, 2013


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Lovers are a mystique
Lost in a maze, together
And wish not to ever
To be found
To be freed, to be rescued
Nor pray to find a way

Lovers only want one thing
Each other's presence
They crave only themselves
To hear love's word
See love smile, feel as one
Nothing more, nobody else

Even time fear lovers' in-love
For it stands still, mute
In their presence
Their hunger and thirst
Are imprisoned
Each time two becomes one

Their minds is preoccupied
With each other's thoughts
Breathing each other
Thinking one another
Whisper and touch, the other

They sleep and dream
Wake and daydream each other
Lovers don't need eyes to see
All they need's a sense to feel
With which they see what
Loveless souls fail to see

It is those outside
Their circle of love
That see faults
Flaws, wrongs, mistakes
Lovers see only
2 hearts beating, as one

Lovers don't feel
The heat of fire
Or the sun scorching
They notice not
Coldness of the winter
Or its breeze wallowing

The dry, hot, torchy
And bristly desert wind
Blows cool against lovers
Tendering their skins
"Stay me love, stay"
Lovers would beg

And the wetness of rain
Does nothing but flowers
Fragrances and blossoms
Lovers intimate intimacy
With each drenched drop
Lovers love springs

In their own love
Nurtured "eco-system"
There is no atmosphere
No weather nor seasons
Only harmonized body heat
Even if miles or worlds apart 

In a lovers heaven
Our world in turmoil
Full of no tomorrow
Is a cold war game
With no cold and no war
Only their game.

(c)(r) 2013 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

Thursday, November 14, 2013

MTN Kano Friendship Center's

Abdullahi Usman Sambo, Nafisah Ja'afar Ado & Abubakar Dankani


My ability to reveal through poems my innermost feelings, observations, reflections, understandings, thoughts and so on about life, its simplicity and intricacies has indulged my interest further in poetry, making me hungry for knowing more about this amazing literary art. A form of expression that is very very powerful indeed, most especially when it comes to emotional, phylosophical, logical, mystical and spiritual revelations.

In the course of my rumaging, I came across this educative piece dealing with the different types of poetic expressions and found it so valuable, the urge to share it overwhelmed me. Thus, this post... Hope, you find it as enriching as I did.


Many people have heard about haiku. In fact, most of us are instructed at one point or another-usually in elementary school or high school-to write one of our very own. Even if you did that, do you remember what this type of poem actually is?

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry which is composed of three non rhyming lines. The first and third lines have five syllables each and the second line has seven syllables. They often express feelings and thoughts about nature; however, you could write a poem about any subject that you would like to in this form. Perhaps the most famous Haiku is Basho's Old Pond:

Furuike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto

Translated, this poem reads:
The old pond
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.


One of the poetic favorites is pastoral poetry because it elicits such wonderful senses of peace and harmony. Examples of this form include Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn , which is also a type of ode. A stanza of this poem reads:

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? 
What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? 
What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels?
What wild ecstasy?

Like the haiku, nature is often at the center of these types of poems as well. In general, pastoral poetry will focus on describing a rural place, but the terms will be peaceful and endearing. You will feel at ease after reading these types of poems.

Many pastoral poems are written about shepherds. They are written as a series of rhyming couplets.


You might be able to get some sort of sense of what this poetry encompasses just by looking at the name of it. The lines in these types of poems are arranged in what are called "tercets."

What this means is the lines come in groups of threes. That does not mean that the poem is only three lines long. There can be multiple groups of three lines. Like the haiku, there are certain syllable requirements, as most poems written in terza rima have lines of 10 or 11 syllables.

The Italian poet Dante created this form, and his Divine Comedy is one of the best-known examples of the form. A stanza of this poem reads:

His glory, by whose might all things are mov'd,
Pierces the universe, and in one part
Sheds more resplendence, elsewhere less. In heav'n,
That largeliest of his light partakes, was I,
Witness of things, which to relate again
Surpasseth power of him who comes from thence;
For that, so near approaching its desire
Our intellect is to such depth absorb'd,
That memory cannot follow. Nathless all,
That in my thoughts I of that sacred realm
Could store, shall now be matter of my song.


Are you familiar with the term "ballad"? You probably are, because people sometimes refer to songs-particularly romantic ones-as ballads. In fact, ballad poems are frequently sung-or at least they are intended to be sung-and they are often about love. Often, these ballads will tell stories and they tend to be of a mystical nature. As a song does, ballads tend to have a refrain that repeats at various intervals throughout.

Guido Cavalcanti's Ballad and Sir Walter Raleigh's As You Came from the Holy Land both demonstrate the musical quality of the ballad. An excerpt from Raleigh's poem can be seen here:

As you came from the holy land
Of Walsinghame,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?
How shall I know your true love,
That have met many one,
As I went to the holy land,
That have come, that have gone?


We decided to place a focus on imagery poems because of the immense power that they possess. Many, many poems can be classified as imagery poems; however, some are better at the task than others. Individuals who often write imagery-based poems are known as Imagists.

William Carlos Williams' short poem The Red Wheelbarrow is a famous example of a short imagist poem:

so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white

These types of poems work to draw a picture in the mind of the reader, in order to give an extremely powerful image of what the writer is talking about. They work to intensify the senses of the reader.


A limerick is a poem that is often silly or whimsical, written in five lines with an AABBA rhyme scheme. Often, limericks tell a short, humorous story. These types of poems have been popular for hundreds of years, particularly in the English language.

When limericks first became popular, they often expressed ideas that were crude and off-color but today, limericks express all sorts of ideas. The form of the limerick was made popular by a British poet named Edward Lear in the 1800s, whose limericksMoften started off: There once was or There was. Some of his limericks include There was an Old Man with a Nose and There was a Young Lady of Dorking , which goes like this:

There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its colour and size,
So bedazzled her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.


One of the longest types of poems is known as the epic poem, which has been around for thousands of years. Technically a type of narrative poem, which tells a story, epic poems usually tell the story of a mythical warrior and the great things that he accomplished in all of his journeys such as The Odyssey and The Iliad.

Epic poetry began as folk stories that were passed down from generation to generation, which were then later written into long form. One of the oldest epic poems is actually one of the oldest pieces of written literature in the world. It is called the Epic of Gilgamesh and dates back to 1800 BC. The start of this epic (with the translater's (?) notes) reads:

He who has seen everything, I will make known (?) to the lands.
I will teach (?) about him who experienced all things, ... alike,
Anu granted him the totality of knowledge of all.
He saw the Secret, discovered the Hidden, he brought information of (the time) before the Flood.
He went on a distant journey, pushing himself to exhaustion, but then was brought to peace.
He carved on a stone stela all of his toils, and built the wall of Uruk-Haven,the wall of the sacred Eanna Temple, the holy sanctuary.


Because poems can express a wide variety of emotions, there are sad forms of poetry as well as happy ones. One of these sad forms is known as an elegy.

Elegies express a lament, often over the death of a loved one. This makes elegies especially popular for funerals. Some elegies are written not only to be read out loud; they can be put to music and sung.

Tennyson's In Memoriam is an elegy to a close friend, Arthur Henry Hallam, and was written over twenty years:

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.


While it is easy to think that poems have to rhyme, free verse is a type of poetry that does not require any rhyme scheme or meter. Poems written in free verse, however, do tend to employ other types of creative language such as alliteration, words that begin with the same sound, or assonance, the repetition of vowel sounds.

Some people find free verse to be a less restrictive type of poetry to write since it doesn't have to employ the form or the rhyming schemes of other types of poetry.

The free verse form of poetry became popular in the 1800s, and continues to be popular among poets even to this day. TS Eliot was one of the masters of the form, as best seen in his poems The Waste Land and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which begins:

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming questionÉ.
Oh, do not ask, ÒWhat is it?Ó
Let us go and make our visit.


One of the most famous types of poetry, the sonnet, has been popular with authors from Dante to Shakespeare. A sonnet contains 14 lines, typically with two rhyming stanzas known as a rhyming couplet at the end.

There are several types of sonnets, including:
Italian (also known as Petrarchan)
English or Shakespearean sonnet

Shakespeare, famous for writing more than 150 sonnets (including his popular Sonnet 138 ) is credited with creating for a form of the sonnet that enjoyed widespread popularity throughout England for hundreds of years. Sonnet 138 reads:

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

Reading and understanding these types of poems should help you to better analyze poetry that you come across and may even inspire you to write your own creative works.


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Deep within, a distressed soul seeks for a way
To heaven, yes. To hell, no! NEVER! So stay
Hey! Tomorrow is often better than today
If Only patience is allowed to hold sway.

Tijjani M. M. (c)20131114 All Rights Reserved


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Oh how I love the word written
It is nothing but mere thoughts laid out
And a sure proof that a mind thrives
Immortalizing its owner 1000 years beyond

Oh how I cherish the word written
It preys on the eyes that dare reads
Resurrecting mystically to influence
Again and again and again and again

Oh how I adore the word written
How many an idea'd have been lost forever
Countless a diamond in the rough missed
Confucius, Shakespeare, but not The Unlettered

Oh how I value the word written
Its secrets lie in the scrolls, light and open
Beauty, worthy, mighty, depends on the apple
Sure a wonder! Indeed what a pleasurable tea

Oh how I treasure the word written
Time celebrates, then perishes all civilizations
Memories try retentively, alas effort-waste
The word penned or qwerty tales easy

Oh how I rever the word written
Revelations, the physical, the ghaib
Many a layer of darkness, light shreds
"KUN", Al-Qalam, Iqra' Reveals Ar-Rahman

Oh how I'm speechless about the word written!

Tijjani M. M. (c)20110722
All Rights Reserved

A DAY'S ALL I HAVE - The Tafsir Version

Abdulsamad Shua'ibu Adam having read my poem A DAY'S ALL I HAVE said : "I need at least an explanation about what the poem is all about" 

Well, below is the breakdown, a sort of a "Tafsir" of the piece into its full length. 

Usually poems are extraction from a full story, detailed observations or experiences. So, many often find it difficult to fully understand what the poet is trying to communicate to his readers or audience, because of the missing parts of the wordscraft. Thus everybody is at liberty to interprete the piece as he or she so understand the words and in literary circle, even against the author's meaning of the words in parts or as a whole. What the literary world refers to as "metaphorically kill the poet". Anyway, this is essentially what I meant with A DAY'S ALL I HAVE... Enjoy it.

A DAY'S ALL I HAVE (The Tafsir) ... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip" 

I'm on a journey (through this life) And my mount ( i.e. vehicle upon which I'm travelling) is time. (Allah SWT Has) Set (me) forth on a planet (which is this world and) My destination? (Is) A full circle (that is from life to death - from Allaah back to Allaah).

I'm to transverse Over mountain heights (or tops) To points of no breath (i.e. even into space where it is impossible to stay alive or) Crawl in ocean valleys Where no light has seen (that is the deepest part of the ocean floor where sunlight never reaches)

I started out pre-dawn (meaning as a fertilized egg in my mother's womb) At last rays of dusk (that is when the day, my life on earth has come to an end, which) By a precise count (of my breath as given to me by my God Allaah) My return (death) is scheduled.

A day's all I have (been given i.e. 24 hours only to live, achieve whatever I can, but most importantly attain my ticket to Jannah i.e. Paradise). Not a second more, Nor a moment less. (I am only) A free soul with choices (in so many things subjected to me provided by Allaah) To (either) make or to mar my success (not as a man who has lived on earth, but as a man who'll stand before Allaah SWT to be judged).

(c)(r) Tijjani M. M.
091113 @05:34:08

Now, all that is what becomes this:

... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip" 

I'm on a journey
And my mount is time
Set forth on a planet
My destination? A full circle

I'm to transverse
Over mountain heights
To points of no breath
Crawl in ocean valleys
Where no light has seen

I started out pre-dawn
At last rays of dusk
By a precise count
My return is scheduled

A day's all I have
Not a second more
Nor a moment less
A free soul with choices
To make or to mar my success

(c)(r) Tijjani M. M.
091113 @05:34:08

A DAY'S ALL I HAVE (poetry)

... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip" 

I'm on a journey
And my mount is time
Set forth on a planet
My destination? A full circle

I'm to transverse
Over mountain heights
To points of no breath
Crawl in ocean valleys
Where no light has seen

I started out pre-dawn
At last rays of dusk
By a precise count
My return is scheduled

A day's all I have
Not a second more
Nor a moment less
A free soul with choices
To make or to mar my success

(c)(r) Tijjani M. M.
091113 @05:34:08


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Poetry sets one free
letting you through a stargate
to live on another realm
where 'impossible is nothing'
because it does not exist

It permits you
to live in your mind
where physicality and its shackles
simply fizzles into thin air
or is it a vacuum

Since there, air exist not
nor do time, space, dimension
and every other thing
one might think holds sway
on planet universe

With poetry
you are permitted to live
beyond your widest dreams
and wildest imagination
impossibility is possible

Tijjani M. M. (c)20131113
All Rights Reserved

Monday, November 11, 2013


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip" 

Designer clothes, shoes and perfumes
Variety of shapes, colors and sizes
Different textures, hues and tints
All in efforts to excite our 5 senses

Mankind recognizes the need for choices
And exploits it to real and vainful gains
Making billonaires, pimps and commoners
Proverbially "Killing 2 birds with one stone"

Ever bothered to ask why man copied that
From a source he often chooses to defy
That made him unique, endowed and thinks
Only of today, never of tomorrow, the most

How could man, intelligent, able and wise
Black, white, rainbow, beautiful or otherwise
Seeing other things similarly by nature varied
Claim his ability, yet unjustly strip and deny

Is it wisdom to see with the eyes only brilliance
Without considering what sits next in the shadows
Thinking, that is all to the light and nothing more
When yesterday, tomorrow is today

And earlier, later is now?

(c)(r) Tijjani M. M.
091113 @05:26:27

Sunday, November 10, 2013


... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

I am no poet
But for you I will write one poem
Even if it's the very worst stanza

I am no singer
But for you I will sing
Even if it's a song none might listen to

I am no musician
But for you I will compose a melody
Even if the notes will refuse to be played

I am no artist
But for you I will paint a "masterpiece"
Even if it'll be hidden away out of shame

I am no thief
But for you I can risk an execution
Even if I am a cat living my nineth life

I am no orator
But for you I will say words on marble
Even if no one will ever quote them

I am no magician
But for you I don't mind casting a spell
Even if it'll back-fire turning me into a toad

I am no king
But for you I will issue a decree
Even if that'll strip me of my kingdom, exiled

I am no begger
But for you I will go cap in hand
Even if my most detested enemy'll deny me

I am no star
But for you I will shine and glimmer
Even if I need the energy to take one last breath

I am no lover
But for you I will be a romeo
Even if my death would not be written by shakespeare

I am no knight
But for you I will wear an armour
Even if my heart is filled with cowardise

I am no saint
But for you I will try to be an angel
Even if I am to have no wings to fly

I am no psyche
But for you I will read minds
Even if I can't any other, but just mine

I am no noctunal
But for you I'll stand till dawn breaks
Even if then I'm condemned to live as dracula

I am not today
But for you I'll be tomorrow
Even if forever, I never come

I am no slave
But for You I crave a Lord and Master
Even if I am to be rewarded, eternally with Hell

(c)(r)2011-13 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

Thursday, November 7, 2013


(... Found Poetry inspired by Poetic Tee's "When I Die")

So Bello you sipped it too?
Well, actually I am a student
Of Malam Isa, the master poet
And of course TJ
And Huzaifa and other poets
Reading and appreciating their poems

The few ones
I have written
Are pathetic to say least
But I am consoled by the fact (that)
Many writers we(a)re pathetic poets
Achebe for example

But poets do impress me
With the way they 'effortlessly'
Showcase wisdom
It is a gift
Well done.

Rabiu Shamma (c) 2013

Wednesday, November 6, 2013


This is Google Glass

Google Glass is a wearable computer with an optical head-mounted display (OHMD) that is being developed by Google in the Project Glass research and development project, with a mission of producing a mass-market ubiquitous computer. Google Glass displays information in a smartphone-like hands-free format, that can communicate with the Internet via natural language voice commands.(wikipedia)

(google image)

Pwuaaahahahahahahahahaha! B)

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

9ja FACTS Just For You.

1.... Nigeria are the highest users of slangs in Africa, 2nd only to USA in the world

2.... Nigeria’s President has the highest vehicle convoy in the world

3.... An Ibo man hustles from Jan 2nd to Dec 24th, only to spend it all in the village in 1 week

4.... The cost of living in Abuja is more expensive than the cost of living in London

5.... Nigeria has the highest number of musicians in the world

6.... An average Ibo man can smell money that is 100 meters away

7.... The most spoken phrase in Nigeria is “How far?”

8.... 33% of all divorce filings in 2011 contained the word "Facebook"

9.... Nigerian Senator receive a Wardrobe allowance of N621,061.37 Monthly! That's about 4000 USD

10.... There are more churches in Lagos than there are in the whole of Israel.

11.... Nig Senators earn an Accommodation allowance of N4,968,509 monthly(About $32,500)•They are probably paying for their apartments in hell

Sunday, November 3, 2013

BUT HOW OFTEN WE ARE WRONG Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

We often mistake everyone for being cultured
But how often we are wrong.

We also think everyone who can read and write is educated
But how often we are wrong.

We sometimes think everyone we meet is sane
But how often we are wrong.

We good heartedly give respect to others, expecting same in return
But how often we are wrong.

We then believe moral soundness is a trait everyone we interact with has
But how often we are wrong.

We smile at a person upon meeting, thinking it'll warm hearts
But how often we are wrong.

We give many the benefits of doubt, hoping they'll live up to expectations
But how often we are wrong.

We at most times anticipate civil behavior from persons in suits and ties
But how often we are wrong.

We can finally only forgive, tolerate and forebear
Hopefully, we often would not be wrong.

(c)(r) Tijjani M. M.
091013 @15:13:17