Thursday, June 11, 2015


Gilbert Mzenzi Mabasa Here's how according to a Zimbabwean poet Gilbert Mzenzi Mabasa who subject to my latest ‪#‎Nonet‬ poem post and explanation observed that, actually all nonet poems have 10 Lines not 9. Just that the 10th line has no (0) word to it... Hehehehehehe.

He then went ahead to express his poetic "hypothesis" in a...yes Nonet poem, his maiden effort. Please read it below:


While I admit to having never heard of it
Until the moment when I heard you say
The nonet has but only nine lines
Then it hit me that indeed
The tenth line is present
Where the number of
Words in it
Remains at

© Gilbert Mzenzi Mabasa: The Teacher
10 June 2015 13:35 – 13:38


Baba Buhari said he was not going to interfere in the Senate as well as Reps leadership choice. I stood with him in this sound decision. While he was busy with his G7 invite, Saraki emerged Senate President, while Dogara emerge Speaker. Who did what or didn't do what is left to them. Our (voters) main concern is to see a vibrant change in tandem with our aspirations hold sway. I congratulate those who emerged victorious in the NASS leadership tussle. Next chapter pls...

Personally, I've been trying to unravel why Muslims as well as the rest of the world are keeping quite over Burmese Buddhists slaughter of Rohingya Muslims and arrived at the conclusion that we are watching too much horror movies so kuch si that we are now unable to differenciate fiction from reality. If not, how can these crimes against humanity be happening and those who claim to be humans sit docile to the unprecedented genocide.

Anyway being who I am, I captured my findings in a poem (yeah, as usual).
Here it is. Hope you get to feel my feelings deeply and strongly... :)


I am in a world I sometimes wish I am not
So much evil, minds cannot even imagine
Yet reality rapes our conscience to accept
For faint hearts, weak and shallow minds
Walking corpses, living dead, Zombies III
Everyday images, sad tales in gory details.

No, no this ain't make-believe, but factual drama
True "democracy" on display, majority holds sway
The strong lords over the weak, a minor minority
Shots by sophisticated guns and digital cameras
Man watches as real humans play roles of actors
Blood runs deep into a river, collected for the devil.

Gases, bombs, drones are weapons of games
PlayStation series develop the killing passion
While Mortal Combat makes Samurai of us all
Subconsciously, child to man grows up a killer
Any wonder Burma has now turn to a video game
Featuring defenseless Rohingya Vrs red Buddhists.

Fiction has boldly scaled its celluloid barrier
As its creators subtly suggest, man now plays
I see Hollywood, Bollywood, even Nollywood
Directors directly directing the real life shows
"Actors" across the globe out doing themselves
Emmys, Grammys, BAFTAs stacked up for grabs.

Terrorists are created, funded by hate
False Flag events executed as staged
Gullible citizens in-it hook, line and sinker
Accepting to pass legislation, laws willingly
Thinking it good, safe, securing their future
Tricked into submission, trust truly thrashed.

Plot, screen-play, music, scars a message
Cast as ethnic cleansing sequels, we watch
Gotten so use to seeing violence in the news
Our psyche has adapt, enjoying the numbness
Programmed to re-live action scenes unperturbed
Despite the horrifying horror hype cued for replay.

Rampant killing, yes "hajr" shocks us no mo'
Subliminally induced, a brain-washing spray
Whole world sits watching a scary film trailer
Pure entertainment, a dollar count encounter
That's all this is, a Rohingya Massacre chiller
Thus the silence, as life turns to box-office thrillers.

(c) Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved


Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo. Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Children, seeds sown by God Himself in mothers' womb
Special gifts to father's pride through labour pains
Soon smiles brake anxieties to bits, confetti
Hugs, kisses, soft touch, gentle caressa
Kids giggle, chuckle feeding us
Transaction coins for love
Mama, child knows
Nostalgic memories

(c)2015 tijjani m. m.
all rights reserved

Dedicated to our Children on their Day, 27th May.


Transgender is a mental disorder?

Exactly the way I see it. A mind sickness, nothing more, nothing less.

And that is precisely how Islam looks at it. No matter what transformation such disturbed minds go through, to alter their natural looks, a male remains a man and a female remains a woman.



Sahin Khan's photo. Can't a human, any human with a conscience stop these inhumane evil and massacre of the Rohingya Muslims in Burma and Myarmar?

The first Muslims were subject of the same civilization that man prides himself in, forcing the first fleeing (Hijrah) for life, that is now witnessed by all oppressed on the surface of the earth?

This has happened to Jews during the times of Pharaoh, Hitler and others. Has it made them, who performed the dastard acts heroes in the heart of mankind?

What of the persecution of Christians in Europe during times never to be forgotten? What about the other atrocities associated with religious vandalism witnessed during the dominance of Christianity in that continent?

Sahin Khan's photo. What kind of man is man of this end of times era? Wanton and gleeful killing, slaughtering of men, women, children and even foetuses, genocides the rest of the world snore upon.

Undisguised, unprecedented ethnic cleansing one mankind, so another mankind can live on. Is that not absolute absurdity? Yet they claim superior intelligence and thinking, while even lowly worms can think and act better.

This has happened afore-times, has it worked in making mankind or its perpetrating race any better, any superior? Ask the Quraish of then Makkah. Ask the Egyptians of their golden age.

Sahin Khan's photo. Ask those who staged and waged world wars I and II or those who designed the obliteration of Palestine in order to create a super-imposition called Israel that has ever been in turmoil, lacking in peace forever.

Ask the Rwandans about their Hutu and Tutsi nightmare, has it made them any happier? Ask the Nigerian cannibals who ate the flesh of innocent amongst mankind. Was it tasty, satisfying their hunger for life?

Ask the South African King who ordered the xenophobic attack of their guests out of sheer jealousy. Has it made them richer and wealthier or assumed honorable status among mankind.

Sahin Khan's photo. And now, ask the Draculas of Burma, wearing red, looking red, splashing red, what was the crime of the women and children who they stripped, slaughtered, decapitate, dismember, disemboweled, desecrate and displayed proudly for the one-eye to see?

The demon disguised as a man that engineer and execute such barbarism will soon die off, leaving mankind further stained with blood and our conscience forever more disoriented and disturbed.

Sahin Khan's photo. Yet, the rest of us accept to ignore something destructive to our psyche, our peace, just because we are in pursuit of world vanities or the injustice is not visited upon us or our kind

Mankind should be ashamed of himself! His intelligence and intellectualism is a waste. Man's celebrated status as a technologically advanced creature is a farce, if what is happening has continued from the first ever murder through time till the present day.


Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo. Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Words don't die
And this is no lie
Once born of sound, uttered
Or of a scribe's hand, lettered
They live on, outliving the phi.

(c)2015 tijjani m. m.
all rights reserved
Umar Usman Words dont die
Ofcourse no lie
But one can silence other word
Of course with one's sword
For one's word is his/her sword

COUPLET-Tee Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Creative Talents Unleashed's photo.

Equilibrium in nature, sculptured
Its balance beautifully captured.

(c)2015 tijjani m. m.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015


Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo.
As poets we do take a look into the future, through its past, while in the present. - Tijjani Muhammad Musa

MY WORDS WORTH Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

My words are light
Created by the word "BE"
Penetrating realms unhindered
Leaving unforgettable impressions

My words are inspired
Teaching beyond what's read
Elevating minds to Apex Zenitha
Transforming crude to refined, polished.

My words are my legacy
Though tears may pour on them
Blur will fear to touch their mirage
Truth abides where falsehood fades

My words are my bond
Vouching for me in absentia
Its source, Fountain Alphabetica
Restoring alive famished awareness

My words are a mystery spell
I cast them afloat as birds
Alone or in groups, striking
A simplistic, formidable force

My words are my messengers
Couriers of my massive missives
To blue's nooks and crannies
Exciting all senses plus one more

My words are my falcons
Gold beaked, razor sharp talons
Beautiful to behold in flight
Yet devastatingly swift, deadly

My words are my guard dogs
Unleashing poison-dripping fangs
No threats, they bark and do bite
Keeping my enemies, haters at bay

My words are loved
By the enlightened, the aware
Dreaded by the diseased, the psychos
Drone striking their exposed gun-powder.

(c)2015 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved