...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
When Boko Haram struck home
Devastating everything to blight
Planting death, even destruction
As inheritors of their ailing legacy
He stood his grounds, a survivor.
Mainokians scattered like seeds
In all direction the wind sneezed
Abandoning all, but dear breath
Deserted was dessert in a desert
Still breathing though, the looner.
Alone yet not lonely, even if looney
He reads despite it being forbidden
By man, who chooses to defy the Know
Since the Supreme "Read!" supersedes all
Who's he, unafraid of death and its agents?
Ghost town ruler. Its Bulama for sure.
Holding on to the ruh of the village
He sat atop his throne, imagined
Never letting go to terror or horror
Vanquisher of fears, unperturbed
Some attributed to him, madness.
Yet he survived them Boko hits
Keeping alive life for each owner
Returning it to the ghost town itself
Now, things are back to normal
All thanks to the Bulama of Mainok.
(c)2019 Tijjani M. M.
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