Monday, May 30, 2016

TIJJANI'S QUOTE No. 45

A wiseman knows when to keep his mouth shut. And that's exactly when a fool chooses to talk his way to wisdom. - Tijjani Muhammad Musa

NLC AND LOST PRIORITIES

A bunch of law breakers this NLC has become. Also operating on lost priorities, apart from being anti-masses, at least on this one.

Besides, history has shown that their leaderdhip have compromised what the original NLC use to stand for. They go behind and negotiate for stipends, thereafter abandon a true quest soon as they get "padded" with some "offers they can't resist."

People shouldn't forget that, Buhari was chosen enmass by the masses of this country and they believe he is doing his best to bring us back from the abyss. With little or nothing except his very own credibility in the eyes of the world.

He doesn't deserve this NLC wolfish distraction. if they can't help him brink back Nigeria on track, they should just siddon watch just like they did with all the other nonsenses saboteurs of our nation have been engaging in since Buhari came.

Else where were they when the budget was being padded? How about Dasukigate? What of the fraudulent purchase of SUVs by the Senate at exorbitantly way beyond their actual prices?

Again we have vandals blowing up pipelines to hinder overcoming the fuel scarcity saga or the subsidy fraud? NLC couldn't find it fit in their "Aaluta continua..." to rise up against all these atrocities, sai on this one?

Even going to the extent of mentioning a political party on their placard instead of facing squarely the government as they should ethically have done!

That is why they were clearly disgraced! Bunch of morons kawai!

MAY OUR BUHARI BE NIGERIA'S LI YUN KWAN OF SINGAPORE

A friend of mine said:

"I understand the blind love some people have for PMB.. But government is not about one man... It's a system..."

In response, I replied thus:

What good is a system that has a bad head? It is nothing but a detrimental system.

Besides, no man is an island. No matter how good is the body, without a good head, it ends up destroyed. Ask drug addicts, with functional everything within, but a bad thinker in their skull.

Also check out history, all great or lousy systems were headed by either one sound leader (Muhammad, Gaddafi, Gandhi, Mandela, X, King, Sardauna, Awo etc) or malfunctioning head (Hitler, Jones, Pharaoh etc).

So blame not those who believe in Buhari, for they hope he might he that good head that will purge the sick body, that has been perpetually ailing for aye most of the country's life.

HOPE is what we have and what keeps us going. That one day soon, Nigerians might see the glories associated with quality leadership. Its been a long while since that happened, don't you think?

The last few years were terrible wAllaah. Only Allaah Saved us, using this new government that many are beginning to forget the Grace of Allaah upon us for making this one man (Buhari) happen to Nigeria. Otherwise, the way thing were heading, gaskiya only God Can Say where we would all be by now.

Remember our discussion with you in your office before Kwankwaso emerged second time around. I did not believe in what you believed in then. But he came back and you helped him by performing in his government. Now, look at where you guys are in Kano's history. Look at the legacy Kwankwaso has left for Kano.

One man, indeed is good enough to lead us out of this death trap. Moses did to the Israelis, Leo Kwan did it in Singapore, Mao did it to China, Muhammad SAWS did it to the Arabs, why in Allaah's Name can't someone in Nigeria do it for Nigerians?

Buhari can be that man, THAT IS OUR HOPE! May Allaah Accept our du'a and help him be it, amin. What have we got to loose if he succeeds? What? If not our envy, jealousy and punctured ego and pride.

BORIN KUNYA, NLC TA JANYE YAJION AIKI

Borin kunya! Wai NLC ta janye shirmenta wai shi yajin aiki... Mtsewwwtt.

Ga abubuwa nan bila'adadin na:

1. Zangon kasa da 'yan majalisa su ke yi wa talakawan Najeriya,

2. Ga barayin lalitar kasar nan an tuhumesu, kuma kowa ya san tabbas sun sata,

3. Ga masu badaqalar kudin makaman Dasukigate,

4. Ga munafukan 'yan majalisa masu zamba cikin aminci a kasafin kudin shekara ta 2016,

5. Ga masu kabar kudin tallafin man petur da sunan Subsidy,

6. Ga ma su fasa bututun man petur don cutar da kokarin farfado da tattalin arziqin kasar nan,

7. Ga ma su fakewa da rashin dala don tsugawa bayin Allah tsadan kayan masarufi ba gaira ba dalili.

8. Ga ma su barazanar ballewa daga kasr nan su na duk abund za su iya don haddasa fitina da tarnaqi
a tafiyar da mulkin kasar nan,

9. Ga dubban sacesace da ake ta yi amma lauyoyi su ke daddagewa wajen hana gwamnati ta hukunta
ma su gudanar da wannan aika-aika

10. Daga karshe ga kasashe daban-daban na duniyar da ke taimakawa barayin kasar nan ajiye kudin sata a bankunan da ke kasashensu

Amma duk Kungiyar Kwadago ta Najeriya wato NLC ba ta yin yunqurin gudanar da yajin aiki don nuna rashin amincewarta ba, sai da aka nemi habyar da wasu tsuraru za su dai ci gaba da kashe kasar nan za su fito su ce wai a yi yajin aiki?

Allah wadan na ka ya lalace wAllahi! Me ke yi da marasa sanin adalci a al'amarin al'umma?

ABOVE N145/LITER

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

Saw someone strive
Giving 'Tips on how to survive...
The N145/liter petrol price'
Who needs it? *Surprise'?
While some are struggling
Fretting, sweating, exerting
To deal with it
Others are already beyond it
That is life
Full of strife
Some weak, others strong
Now, don't get me wrong
I do not mean financially
But psychologically
If only we would trust him
We'd bumper harvest to the brim
Dragging a comatose thru tunnels
Fighting off evil, beasts, scoundrels
He believes in hope
Begs you too, to please cope
He wants us to win this
Try, be above all these
Stay one step ahead
Optimism only, spread
Light at end of the road
Glad tidings, let the future be told.


(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

I AM THE DEFINITION, OF YOU

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

I am because you are.
Happy, if you are.
Sad, if you are.

I am me, in you.
I breath, in you.
I rest and rise, in you.

I make me happy, in you.
So, save me tears I will, in you.
My hopes, aspirations are, in you.

Help you succeed, in you,
Is helping me succeed, in you.
Therefore that "Hooray!" is mine, in you.

This is all about me, in you.
Not about you, in you.
For I see myself, in you.

Do I like what I see, in you?
Yes. Then I'll make it better, in you.
No. I'll change it for better, in you.

Remember, I live in you.
And I'll surely die, in you.
For I am the definition, of you.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

FOUND IN DESTINY

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

I stand alone
At the doorstep of paradise
As enchanting fragrances invite
O, what a delightful sight
Sweet sensation that dances
Across my being, so sensuous
As the winds caress me
Kissing me, hugging me
Making me love the scents
That whiff through my senses
Flogging them silly
Intoxicating my valor
Weakening my knees
Conquering my control
Making me let go
Nostalgia, I remember
O dear, who'll hold me?
Make me dissolve into love
Unequalled, unquantified
That I be lost again
Only to be found
In our destiny.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

THE FOUL MOUTH

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

Beware of foul mouth.
For its foul, from one ...
foul hearted
foul minded and
foul souled
with a foul body
exuding foul intent
that amounts to naught
but ill in an ill-wind.


Nothing good
comes from that
foul collection except
foul arrogance
foul pride
foul haughtiness, all
foul earnings of a
foul embrace of the
fouled, accursed Satan đŸ‘¿đŸ‘¹đŸ‘º

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

DAN ALMAJIRI, NA MATA DODON TSAKI (3)

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

"Dan Almajiri na mata dodon tsaki"
Meals sought with his pride...
Of which he has none
Months go by bathless
As his body stench odours
Turning to appeals, upward
Making the heavens sneeze
Down pouring drowning rain
Showering showers on bodies
That want not its soaking effect
Raising scum like yeasted dough
Roofing dwellings of lice in rows
So, most scratch an itch that itches.


Barefooted he walks the earth
Daring the scorching sun
To do its worst.
Yes sun, burn soles
Of a burned soul,
In a born mole, pitied.
Gift him mercies or slip-ons
They get stolen
Where he sleeps on
Alone or in group he chants
A beggar song from aye
Disrespecting privacy at will
Invading tete-a-tetes with brays
Careless of the times he prays
Few care about rudeness
Neglect or niggardly giving
At the end of the day
You go your way, Almajiri same
While this, unfortunately goes on.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

DAN ALMAJIRI, NA MATA DODON TSAKI (2)

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Almajiri, what an irony of fate
Born of ignorant love, unwanted?...
Pushed into a world unprepared
Finds himself rich in lacking
Things you, I, all take for granted
Begging to breath, to survive
One swallow, small as a swallow
All he wants, to fill a blank space
Gets more, amounts to less
What wouldn't he give
To have a sense, a semblance
Of a normal childhood
Of a family-hood
Of a neighbourhood
Of some completeness
Of being loved by love lost.


Poor soul, a life he craves
For no real reason, denied
Parents devising falsehood
Against the innocent Almajiri
Tarnishing a faith, purified,
Selfishly, meanly, wickedly
Purchasing, coveting wraths
Living a life of lies, of denials
Devoid of decency, thrashed
Shutting all shutters to sanity
To their conscience, all access blocked
Deliberately forgetting all passwords
To doors, windows of responsibility.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

DAN ALMAJIRI, NA MATA DODON TSAKI (1)

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

The Almajiri - a street urchin
Born by man, thorn to society...
He stands like a piece of stain
A dirt smear on pure whiteness
Seen from afar, disdained by all
Except a few, desirous of exploit
A plague avoided in droves
Touched not, except with gloves
First by who should never have
As others too kowtow in the flow
Even bastards get better treated
For what crime is he, the Almajiri
So punished, so sentenced to waste?


His looks, devoid of confidence
He knows nuisance is his presence
Detested by most like a scoundrel
How much he wants it all to change
The hollow look of eyes desolated
Within love and affluence, isolated
Displayed and showered on others
No less human or immortal than he
Yet, he bears with patience
Rivers, oceans of societal grudges
As he gets labelled dreaded names
Such as Nuisance to society
A wasted opportunity
That must be tolerated
As a self punishment
For negligence by a system
Guilt hunted, so visiting an Opus De.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

NEGATIVISM

Image result for anger ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Don't you be...

Blinded by hate
Deafened by envy
Poisoned by pride
Crippled by greed
Consumed by anger
Destroyed by hypocrisy.
Be you free of negativism.

(c)2016 tijjani m. m.
all rights reserved

KWANDALA FOUNDATION POPS UP AT ASO VILLA, ABUJA.

'KWANDALA FOUNDATION POPS UP AT ASO VILLA, ABUJA.
 
Friday 13th May 2016, we travelled to Abuja for a business meeting at the Office of the Vice President in Aso Villa. I, together with my partner Ibrahim Ubale Ajingi arrived from Kano promptly to honor our 3:00pm appointment.
 
Our corporate multi-media company that specialises in audio-visual programming and production, SoundWord & Sight Communications, publisher of designworldinternational.com, an online magazine has been invited to a meeting following a submission we made to be of service to the Nation, if God Wills. 
 
When we arrived at the first gate, security officers in black suits stopped us for a check over. It was during that important process that we were told to open our car booth and I complied. But not before we were asked what was inside and I told them there were some banners among other none suspicious items. 
 
One of the guys in black took out one of the banners and spread it for the others to see. Suddenly someone from amongst them, a few feet away said with some excitement "Kwandala Foundation! Are you guys still doing that humanitarian thing?"
 
I turned to look at him, surprised and he explained that he use to know about the NGO from the time he was in Kano. That when he was at one time based in Kano and so was aware of how Kwandala touched lives of the less privileged, until his transfer out of the ancient city. 
 
I found that revelation really interesting. Kwandala's image and reputation seem to have gone ahead of it, way beyond our imagination. And that is not all, for another situation came up later where Kwandala Foundation got mentioned again, this time around inside The Villa.
 
After they were through with their official scrutiny, the security officer who mentioned Kwandala took the trouble to give us directions into the Presidential premises, but informed us that we would be required to do some more clearance at another gate before we would be allowed to proceed further.
 
We then drove through a second gate with many more security personnel and shortly we were at a 3rd gate. Here we were requested to park and get our Villa Visitor's tags by one hefty, stern and un-smiling black suited officer.
 
We did just that inside a clean, neat and comfortable building where our names were checked against those expected as visitors for that day and upon confirmation, instant black and white photo identification tags were produced and issued to us. And then we were allowed full access.
 
Soon we were directed to a parking lot where we parked and turned to behold before us a magnificent, but sublime white building set in a well landscaped, serene environment. It was Aso Villa itself, the No. 1 official, power building of Nigeria. Its awesomeness was captivating. Its beauty simplistic and its attraction, subliminally magnetic. As an architect, I should know.
 
We once again went through registering our presence and entry into the seat of power structure with, yes more black suited male security receptionists and further walked down another secured zone, into an atrium that skylights a fountained courtyard,   before we were ushered into a waiting room. After waiting in turn for a short while, Mr. Kolawale Omole Special Adviser on Media to the Vice President came over, got introduced to us then we were called and attended to.
 
Soon we were done with our business meeting with the man we went there to see. Hey, now don't get excited please, for I didn't say His Excellency Mr. President himself nor did I say his Vice, Oga Prof. But someone really close to one of them on an official level Mr. Laolu Akande Senior Special Adviser, Media & Publicity. Sitting with him was another media giant Senator Babafemi Ojudu Special Adviser on Political Matters to President Muhammad Buhari.
 
But before we left, AbdulRahman Baffa Yola, our host at the Presidential Villa found it honoring to introduce us to Mr. Garba Shehu, Senior Special Adviser on Media & Publicity of our President. It was while he led the way to this man's office that we had our second Kwandala Foundation mention encounter.
 
A young man was coming up some steps from the direction of the President's Office and Baffa Yola stopped us in our track to introduce him as Bashir Ahmad, the Personal Adviser to the President on New Media i.e. Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp etc.
 
"Aha, Teejay meet Bashir Ahmad, the President's Personal Adviser on Social Media. Bashir, this is Arc. Tijjani Muhammad Musa and Ibrahim Ubale Ajingi" Baffa Yola introduced us gaily. Before he could finish, Bashir instantly recognised my name and smiling excitedly, he shook my hand warmly and vigorously.
 
"I know Tijjani Muhammad Musa very well. In fact, we are friends on Facebook and I know Kwandala Foundation!" the young internet presidential official said enthusiastically. With that mention of Kwandala, it was formally settled that he knows me beyond any iota of doubt.
 
Moments like this needed to be captured and that, we posed and did. Bashir gave us both his complimentary card and soon we moved on to Mr. Garba Shehu's office. A gentleman in all sense of the word. After being formally introduced, my colleague Ibrahim Ajingi informed the media guru that he was once his former lecturer at the Kano State Polytechnic.
 
Brief banters and pleasantries were exchanged and soon we left him to his tight and busy schedule. Basically, that was how much our little efforts at promoting the Foundation is proving to be effective. We are gradually getting national and international recognition, at least in the minds of many individuals.
 
Wa are clearly on a mission and soon we will get there. What can we say, but be thankful to Allaah for His Blessings upon us as a philanthropic organisation. And less we forget, this maiden Aso Rock Villa visit is not about this humanitarian entity, but about SWS.Comms. Yet, here is Kwandala taking its share of the Villa's amazing aura. 
 
Anyway, not to worry. Soon it will have it's own turn, plus possibly that much sought after icing on the cake, the Presidential handshake. Till then, it and us will patiently wait.
 
KWANDALA FOUNDATION "Give a coin for life"
 
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved'Friday 13th May 2016, we travelled to Abuja for a business meeting at the Office of the Vice President in Aso Villa. I, together with my partner Ibrahim Ubale Ajingi arrived from Kano promptly to honor our 3:00pm appointment.
 
Our corporate multi-media company that specialises in audio-visual programming and production, SoundWord & Sight Communications, publisher of designworldinternational.com, an online magazine has been invited to a meeting following a submission we made to be of service to the Nation, if God Wills.
When we arrived at the first gate, security officers in black suits stopped us for a check over. It was during that important process that we were told to open our car booth and I complied. But not before we were asked what was inside and I told them there were some banners among other none suspicious items.
One of the guys in black took out one of the banners and spread it for the others to see. Suddenly someone from amongst them, a few feet away said with some excitement "Kwandala Foundation! Are you guys still doing that humanitarian thing?"
I turned to look at him, surprised and he explained that he use to know about the NGO from the time he was in Kano. That when he was at one time based in Kano and so was aware of how Kwandala touched lives of the less privileged, until his transfer out of the ancient city.
I found that revelation really interesting. Kwandala's image and reputation seem to have gone ahead of it, way beyond our imagination. And that is not all, for another situation came up later where Kwandala Foundation got mentioned again, this time around inside The Villa.
After they were through with their official scrutiny, the security officer who mentioned Kwandala took the trouble to give us directions into the Presidential premises, but informed us that we would be required to do some more clearance at another gate before we would be allowed to proceed further.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo.We then drove through a second gate with many more security personnel and shortly we were at a 3rd gate. Here we were requested to park and get our Villa Visitor's tags by one hefty, stern and un-smiling black suited officer.
We did just that inside a clean, neat and comfortable building where our names were checked against those expected as visitors for that day and upon confirmation, instant black and white photo identification tags were produced and issued to us. And then we were allowed full access.
Soon we were directed to a parking lot where we parked and turned to behold before us a magnificent, but sublime white building set in a well landscaped, serene environment. It was Aso Villa itself, the No. 1 official, power building of Nigeria. Its awesomeness was captivating. Its beauty simplistic and its attraction, subliminally magnetic. As an architect, I should know.
We once again went through registering our presence and entry into the seat of power structure with, yes more black suited male security receptionists and further walked down another secured zone, into an atrium that skylights a fountained courtyard, before we were ushered into a waiting room. After waiting in turn for a short while, Mr. Kolawale Omole Special Adviser on Media to the Vice President came over, got introduced to us then we were called and attended to.
Soon we were done with our business meeting with the man we went there to see. Hey, now don't get excited please, for I didn't say His Excellency Mr. President himself nor did I say his Vice, Oga Prof. But someone really close to one of them on an official level Mr. Laolu Akande Senior Special Adviser, Media & Publicity. Sitting with him was another media giant Senator Babafemi Ojudu Special Adviser on Political Matters to President Muhammad Buhari.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo.But before we left, AbdulRahman Baffa Yola, our host at the Presidential Villa found it honoring to introduce us to Mr. Garba Shehu, Senior Special Adviser on Media & Publicity of our President. It was while he led the way to this man's office that we had our second Kwandala Foundation mention encounter.
A young man was coming up some steps from the direction of the President's Office and Baffa Yola stopped us in our track to introduce him as Bashir Ahmad, the Personal Adviser to the President on New Media i.e. Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp etc.
"Aha, Teejay meet Bashir Ahmad, the President's Personal Adviser on Social Media. Bashir, this is Arc. Tijjani Muhammad Musa and Ibrahim Ubale Ajingi" Baffa Yola introduced us gaily. Before he could finish, Bashir instantly recognised my name and smiling excitedly, he shook my hand warmly and vigorously.
"I know Tijjani Muhammad Musa very well. In fact, we are friends on Facebook and I know Kwandala Foundation!" the young internet presidential official said enthusiastically. With that mention of Kwandala, it was formally settled that he knows me beyond any iota of doubt.
Moments like this needed to be captured and that, we posed and did. Bashir gave us both his complimentary card and soon we moved on to Mr. Garba Shehu's office. A gentleman in all sense of the word. After being formally introduced, my colleague Ibrahim Ajingi informed the media guru that he was once his former lecturer at the Kano State Polytechnic.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo.
Brief banters and pleasantries were exchanged and soon we left him to his tight and busy schedule. Basically, that was how much our little efforts at promoting the Foundation is proving to be effective. We are gradually getting national and international recognition, at least in the minds of many individuals.
We are clearly on a mission and soon we will get there. What can we say, but be thankful to Allaah for His Blessings upon us as a philanthropic organisation. And less we forget, this maiden Aso Rock Villa visit is not about this humanitarian entity, but about SWS.Comms. Yet, here is Kwandala taking its share of the Villa's amazing aura.
Anyway, not to worry. Soon it will have it's own turn, plus possibly that much sought after icing on the cake, the Presidential handshake. Till then, it and us will patiently wait.
KWANDALA FOUNDATION "Give a coin for life"
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

N145/Ltr IS STILL LESS THAN $1.

Image result for fuel pump nozzleN145/ltr? Haba Kachikwu!!! Anyway, sentiments aside, looking at it closely, it should be ok in due course.
 
That means a gallon goes N580 at the filling stations, which is still N20 less than the price of a gallon of the stuff at a roadside petrol vendor and I can get my fill of the product at any filling station nationwide.
 
Also I just realized that this subsidy removal still places the liter of petrol at less than $1, which is N198 at the official exchange rate. In fact it is 26.67% less.
It might seem unwarranted a decision to take by the government, but given the pros and cons, it is still a fairly ok policy to adopt, given the hope that it will eliminate this artificial fuel scarcity we are perpetually faced with.
And can you just imagine some filling stations have opened for business this morning, selling their old stock at the new price?
Another anyway, filling stations located along inter-state roads and highways have for long been selling the product at the rate of over N200/ltr. So, what's new?
Let's make it official and deal with the saboteurs of our economy.
#‎IBelieveInNaijaWorkingAgain‬
‪#‎IMustMakeTheNecessarySacrifice‬

POORNESS IN RICHNESS

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Know you not in a situation
Need thee not, a full blown meal ...
To chase off thy panging hunger
Crumbs gathered, can do the job.


Meals shared go beyond satiation
One for one, will suffice for two
So, feed the mind with care
And the body, with concern.

Waste not in affluence
Leaving to rot, more than imbibed
Birds, animals, even man scavenge
From your poorness in richness midst.

(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

PLANT GOOD, HARVEST BETTER ‪#‎Short‬ Story (True Life)

 ...By Tijjani Muhammad Musa
Inspired by Kabir Umar Fara
 
They each left their homes, not knowing what the day has in store for them. Each of them, a responsible man with a well adored and cared for family. Fate led both of them to one of the many highbrow supermarkets scattered across the city.
 
Soon they were done with their shopping and with perfect timing, destiny lined them up, one in front of the other in a checkout counter queue. Both were unaware of each other's presence, but for the fact that one was to be served before the other.
The line moved slowly as the cashier calculated each customer's purchases, charge, get paid, then load the items into the shopping mall's branded polythene bags for the customer. Soon, it was their turn. The guy in front laid out his picks and the cashier punched away.
"That will be #10, 568 only" declared the attendant in a business like, but friendly tone from the other side of the counter. He took out his wallet and brought out some notes to pay, only to discover to his shock he was a little bit short of the due amount by about #1,700.
To meet the amount he had, he decided to return one or two of the items he was sure they didn't need at home. Realising what was happening the man at his back stepped in and offered to pay the balance of the purchase, telling the cashier to add it to his own bill.
Slightly embarrassed, the man in front turned to thank his benefactor, who dismissed his humbleness with a wave of his hand. Still the first man thanked him for his kind gesture. They then struck a brief conversation and ended up exchanging phone numbers.
As they separated, none of them thought anything more about what happened. In fact, none even bothered to tell their wives about it as life and its many engagements took over their affairs. But, fate was not done with their chanced meeting yet,nas it would once again connect them together in a most unexpected place.
Two days later, the man who extended the hand of giving invited family, friends and well wishers to come and celebrate his first son's Quranic graduation ceremony. Thereafter, at their street mosque after the zuhr salat, all were informed of a neighbour's death and his burial rites (janazah) was announced.
This religious ritual was soon done as scheduled and the corpse was taken away for burial at the nearby cemetary. Thereafter, the man in company of his childhood friend went to visit someone who was sick and upon return, he scheduled to visit another friend who was waiting for him somewhere.
It was while he was driving to this meeting point that he lost control of the vehicle he was riding.
 
First he brushed a parked car, then hit another moving one and in a desperate effort to stopped his car, instead of hitting the break pedal, he stepped on the accelerator throttle and the vehicle plunged forward in a surge.
This last action made him totally lose control and finally rammed into an oncoming tricycle taxi full of passengers, then swerve onto a roundabout platform, before coming off it to settle in the middle of the road, causing a serious traffic jam and subsequent scramble by good samritans to rescue those injured in the accident.
The tricycle occupants sustained various degrees of body injuries, mild trauma and shock. No fracture or death was recorded and soon they were immediately whisked off to the nearest specialist hospital. Fortunately for the man, he received not even a single scratch. But his vehicle, a Toyota 4WD was seriously damaged.
The police soon arrived on to the accident scene, taking control of the situation, clearing the scene of any debris and obstacle to facilitate return of normal traffic flow along the major highway. They immediately took the man and those not injured to their station, so as to make statements for their report.
After documenting the accident's initial report, the DPO was alerted of the incident and later some senior ranking police personnels arrive at the station and the place became a bee hive of activities. Soon it was night time and the likelihood of the man involve in the accident spending the night in a cell was almost guaranteed.
But before that decision could take place the DPO's approval was sought, only for the DPO to turnout to be the same man who was the beneficiary of his kind gesture at the supermarket. First he didn't recognise him. But his curiousity got the better of him and soon he did and instantly vouched for the man
The DPO signed all the necessary documents and without any hesitation, instructed that the man be allowed to go home and to report back the next day by 12:00 noon. He told his subordinates aboutb what happened between the two of themna day or two earlier and how the man refused his thanks for what he did.
The Police Boss subsequently offered to stand in as guarantor for the man and professed that the man is a good, kind hearted person. That, it is fate that made the unfortunate accident happened and also what happened at the store, so that he will pay him back for his kindness.
MORAL: Sincerely do good to those in need, expecting nothing back in return. One day soon, Allaah SWT Will ensure that same good in multiples will return back to you when you least expect it, when you need it the most.
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CELEBRATING POETIC TEE - Brigitte Poirson's Quote

You inhabit the world. The world inhabits you. - Brigitte Poirson

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 The 'you' there was in reference to yours truly "The" Poetic Tee aka Tijjani M. M. for one of my poetry :D
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My sincere gratitude for the appreciation and recognition to the point of being celebrated in this quote.

EVERY FOOTAGE, ABOVE OR BELOW

It's Friday, the Islamic revered day of the week. So Juma'at Mabrook to all.

Muslims all over the world are in devotional worship to Allaah and even more so those the gifted with poetry among us. And of what good is being blessed with the ability to poetize, if one cannot use such talent to celebrate his Lord and Maker? Thus I submit this dedicated piece...

EVERY FOOTAGE, ABOVE OR BELOW...

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"


I see a world flat
Ok, may be not so flat
But as far as I can see
From here down to the sea
The soil I stand upon, runs
Miles into the glowing suns.

Plains, valleys, mountains
Undulating rivers, fountains
Animals, birds, the unknown
Though few might be renown
Each breath of life, blessed
Transcending moments, phased.

Green, blue, red and yellow
All colors of the rainbow
Paint landscapes alive
Oceans too, when I dive
Not just the seen, have hues
Moods too, tint with blues.

I look at the heavens
Learnt their count is seven
Wonders and awe fill me
Who lives there, yet be?
Yes to angels, no to demons
On earth dwells we, commons.

If only I have the time
To swim, walk, fly my dime
Dance west, caress the north
Listen east, discover the south
Where I'd stand in Salat, devout
On every footage there is about.

Above sea, below sea levels
Where lives man or occupies devils
Purify off any living dust or dead dirt
Cleanse my soul O water, snow or earth
So I'd say: "Allahu Akbar" in reverence
Tranquil-filled in His Blissful Presence.

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OUR FIVE FINGERS WRITE NAME OF ALLAAH

Tijjani Muhammad Musa's photo.
Well, this might be an annoying hand stain to some or it could be something much more cherished than the best of earthly treasures.
 
Actually, I found it on the wall outside our local street mosque. Someone who must have used some oily stuff decided to use the wall to support himself up, not minding his oil-stained right hand.
 
But by so doing, he ended up creating and leaving this amazing impression... :D
 
It simply boils down to the basic fact that our 5 fingers, whether palms up or turned to their backs write the glorious name of our creator Allaah Subhanahu Wa Ta'alah.
 
Whoever wants to believe HIM, should harken to The Call before it is too late.
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Write out what you see please... ***Clue: it's reads in Arabic

VANQUISHED

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Say (to your haters):

If you cannot help
In my quest, my coinery
At least leave alone
My firm hold, sure footing
Even if you don't admire
My drive, my determination.

Go on, laugh at my struggle
Wish, hope, pray for my failure
Hate till you hurt to your death
Yet in it, watch me shine, succeed
Only to want some, to steal some
May frustration be yours for aye!

Seek ye a vantage point?
Like a shadow, always there
Mimicking, lacking in originality
I lead, you follow, tail to a head
I leave, you flood in, only after
I live, you dissolve into my light.

Vanquished!

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MAKE MONEY OR "MONÉ"?

 ...by Poetic Tee, "Here, take a sip"

Some say
"Time is money"...
Others I know sing it
"Time na moneyeh"?


Well, to enlighten all
Time is not money
But an opportunity
Not to be wasted.

As it ceases to matter
To the living when dead
So does making it cease to
To the dead where found.

"What does matters?"
I hear you ask? Hmmm
Well, the legacy left behind
The good, the bad, the ugly.

The good is soon your "moné"
A tender where none will exist
The bad is debt awaiting debit
So stash much good, borrow lil'.

"And the ugly?"
What about the ugly?
That is anything, but good
My sound advice? Keep off it.

Use time alive, make money
Or convert same to some "moné"
The former, enjoy it while you can
The latter, save. For I see a rainy Day.

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THE KWANDALA SPIRIT - Salihu A, Umar's Quote

"You don't need a lot of money to give. All you need is the Kwandala Spirit." - Salihu A Umar

TIJJANI"S QUOTE No. 44 (Hausa)

Image result for peacock birdDuk irin kokarin Hankaka ya rikida ya koma Dawisu, ba zai iya ba. Ko da kuwa zai shiga yarjejeniya da Yaudara ta bashi arron gashin dawisu. - Tijjani Muhammad Musa

Image result for crow bird''No matter how hard a crow tries to become a peacock, it will never succeed. Even if it will enter into agreement with Deceit to borrow it the feathers of peacock'' 

MY 19 COUPLE'-QOU' (Couplet Quotes)

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

Pursue happiness in sadness
Discover sanity in madness.

Save your tears following pain
Heaven does it best with rain.

Smile at the sun's brilliance
Can it beat a snail's Swange dance?

Selling sand in the desert
Think you such a one, a pervert?

Visited eternity to find you
Found me instead contained in a dew.

Just because it ain't relevant
Doesn't mean it is irrelevant.

Blind means not unable to see
Rather, understanding is the key.

Desperation births nothing
Patience builds everything.

Its easier to collapse a stone, son
Than do a bloated ego on the run.

Ride your glide like a bride
Crash your pride, then go, hide.

Fools purchase their destruction
Trading life for a single penetration.

Two-face is the mythical Janus
Ironic bat eats, stools thru its anus.

Try to win the war in the battle
One snake's identity, its rattle.

At the end of everything is... Nothing
So, quit worrying about anything.

While many detest the grave
A few decorate it ahead with concave'

The anguish in rejection floor'
But is it worse than being ignore'?

Some build lofty mansions in the sky
For others, a burrow is home to buy.

Make life simple, be you humble
Don't grumble, tumble or rumble.

Beautiful perfume bottle on the outside
Sniff it not! It has deadly poison inside.


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TIJJANI'S QUOTE No. 43

Don't forget; At the end of everything is... Nothing - Tijjani Muhammad Musa

ONE DAY LEFT, TO DIE

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

One day left, to die
That's all I have...
My last 24 hours.


Desperately I stare
Into nothing
My trust, lost.

Is it good
That I know
Of this terminal end?

Can't eat
Can't sleep
Can't even do the think.

Woe to this know
As sadness fills me
To brim and overflow'.

Too short a notice
To kiss, say goodbye
O pitiful me.

What do I do
Who do I see
In less than one day?

Who do I owe
That I may pay
Be free, to lose it all.

Where can I borrow time
Buy it even
If I can?

Or is there a magic
To ward off this dread
Give me another chance.

Procrastination, my friend
Come, swallow this ordained
Sprinkle me with mercy.

Haven't said my prayers yet
Of yesterday, of yesteryears
O my! So much left undone!

Thought I had control
Tomorrow was on leash
Now, it rushes to do me in.

I thought this hated
Will never happen to me
Yet here I stand, next on queue.

The inevitable
Has finally come as promised
In you, for me, please find forgiveness.

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Friday, May 27, 2016

NATURULES IRRESISTIBLE (Poetry)

 ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

A lion subdues a bull to stillness
Surround the king, 1000 jackals...
In desperation, its trophy to take
Fangs, talons abare, his majesty dares.


What can a snake do to a mongoose
Or a dog do to a hyena, even in death?
Its vanquisher sees it as tasty prey
A meal from nature others fear.

What can fire do to water
Except change its liquid state
To hard ice in negative centigrades
Or vapor moleculating to a rain cloud.

A beast that spits venom abroad
Gives of its content only, no doubt
Where a saint speaks scents of senses
Beautiful flowers fold petals in envy.

Haven't you noticed still seeds
Once planted, they break barriers
Pessimism stinks hate to see goals
As impossibility noose-kiss its neck.

What can death do to courage
Except elevate it to martyrdom
Can a coward rise up to his fears
And transforms self to an instant hero?

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HAVE YOUR SAY ON POETIC TEE's POETRY. - The Responses

Salam all.
 
This post is out to seek your candid opinion about my poetry. Please help us unravel this.
 
I once said my poetry is simple and at other times complex. One Muttaka Idris Abasha just affirmed that after reading my latest poem DARKNESS WITHOUT BLACKNESS with this comment;

"Sometimes you are simple; sometimes you are not."

Though Bello Sagir Imam opines that for him, most of my poetry is on the complicated frequency. I beg to disagree, but is that true? Please share your sincere opinion with me on this.

Thank you in advance.

Salmanu Isah Darazo, Mustapha Ibrahim Abdullahi, Nuraddeen Maradun, Abubakar Sadiq Umar, Kabeer Yusuf, Nasir Umar Maina, Adamu M Fagge, Umar Mohd Ladan, Idris M. Idris, Khalifa Sanusi, Umar B. Umar, Shamsuddeen Hassan, Fatima Mukhtar, Abubakar Sadiq Umar, Bilal Nuhu, Ahmad Sarki Hamza and Surajo Ibrahim Shehu Like this.
 
Muhammad Al-bashir Your poems are simple but sometimes I just don't understand them. It's natural for poetry, it's only the poet that can truly explain the exact message in his poems.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Al-bashir, like you said a gaskiya poetry comes with that, lack of ability to understand it outright, which is what keeps a lot of people off it. Thanks for your submission.
Ali Umar Faragai Tijjani Muhammad Musa some people don't understand the fact that Poetry is not an ordinary way of speaking, it has some characteristics that make it different.

The way you used figure of speech and power of language encourage me to "take a sip" every time you make an update.

You are doing great, keep the track going.
Fatima Mukhtar I'll go with Muttaka Idris Abasha
 
Garba Inuwa Its typically poetic
Mustapha Ibrahim Abdullahi That's poetry. One might grasp the direction of a certain piece but, some pieces are really a hard nut to crack. And your poetry comes typically in this fashoin that I've talked about.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Faragai, sound observations. Poetry is not for the feeble minded... :)
 
Kabeer Yusuf I, absolutely stand for what Bello stands on. . . For more than 80 if not 90% of your poems are ever such deep and rich in meaning. Only that you mostly let your thought(s) flow in a simple, plain English. But we're, if I am right never after the surface meaning. And this may perhaps be behind the saying of Idris's that ur poems are simple. No. They actually aint - i can go to the stake for that.
Nerseer Ameen im also taking side with his vantage point but then, don't sleep on your oars just endeavour to abide by the philosophical advce encapsolated in 755528666'7777"THE REPUBLIC" as wek5 as in his"44ION .
Yusif Auwalu Muhd Zara Actually! Event me too I am in the same page with what Bello Sagir Imam say your poem, poetic tee is too beyond perspicacious to the toddlers like me to dictated where your are hiding to this is the reason why I am not comment on it some time i just like it Sir. Poetic tee.
Shaaban Rabiu Bala In Pure Art Or Literature Nothing Is Simple Likewise Nothing Is Difficult. The Issue Is That, The More You Read The More You Understand. It Happens, Even You Are Professor In English, If You Are Not Use To Read From Other Subjects Even An Infant Course Like Civic Education And Other Babistic Subjects Would Be Awkward To You. Read, Read, Read.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Well, well, well... :) Quite interesting revelations.
 
Yusif Auwalu Muhd Zara Quit frankly speaking! Your point is taken Shaaban rabi'u bala but the secret behind this exchanging word is to make Sir.poetic tee clear is his poems understandable to every one of us or is clear to error free schoolers like you?
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Kabeer Yusuf, you've managed to capture the essence of my style with these words "Only that you mostly let your thought(s) flow in a simple, plain English." Deliberately too smile emoticon
 
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Nerseer "The Republic", meaning what pls?
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Yusif Zara, such big big words :O Hyaaaa!
 
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Shaaban :O which one is "infant course" kuma? Every knowledge is important you know...
 
Yusif Auwalu Muhd Zara Hmm! Your majesty Sir. Poetic tee you are my mentor.
 
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Yusif :) I and this my simple diction?
 
Yusif Auwalu Muhd Zara Sir. I am not got you right.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Yusif :) I and this my simple diction?
Yusif Auwalu Muhd Zara Well! Is enough for me sir.
 
Jamilu Garba Usman I think you don't need to bother wheather your poems a hard or otherwise, you just need your poems to be compelling, convincing and above all are critical.
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Yusif, ok if it is enough... :)
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Jamil, if that is the case I think I'm home clean because surely my poetry though using simple diction is indeed "compelling, convincing and are critical" on the topics it deals with... :)
Jamilu Garba Usman Just be mindless about it, keep your pen rolling.
Bashir Sabo Umar Gwammaja I'm sorry Sir my little philosophy is yet not enough to opin about your well persevered experience and intellectual big philosophy. What I only know about myself is that I love your writeups, presentations etc. In a not shell Mr. TJ. l have been with y...See More
 
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Bashir Gwammaja, I am so humbled to be such an inspiration.
 
Tijjani Muhammad Musa Jamilu :) just interacting to get better. That's all.
 
Ibrahim Aminu Isah It's obviously that rigid like phallic rites in ancient Paris that lead to the machismo of the Eiffel Tower