Saddiq M Dzukogi
Hill-Top Model Schoo
P M B 124
Minna
Niger State

It is Africa

My hilly thoughts
now as swampy
as my mind

Look at me
listen to my shadowy song
that sings my faith

Are you still you
What I am
not what you are
Vultures ate up my flesh
took the bones away
Yet, it belongs to me
Africa



Is This The World?

Is this the world?
Is this the place
Of peaceful dwelling
Where visions are blurred
And darkness passes
Through the eyes?

Is this the world?
Is this the place
I am sent to float
And dance
On rivers of poison
Where vipers are fishes

Is this the world?
Is this the place
I am sent
To understand you
With love and care

Is this the love?
Is this the care?
Your skin
Brighter than mine
Mine darker than yours

Is this the world?



Love!

Why have we
Chosen to be still
When our past
Dined on us
Like wined demons
Feasting on flesh
And our dispersed voices
Breaking the soul
Of our bonds
Like a loaf of bread
Scattered by a violent
Tooth

Touch my soul
While I touch yours
Our aches are one
Come with me
Run into me
And let's stand firm
In peace and ease
Like trees
Growing pleasant fruits
That will ride souls
Into each other



Unchained

I couldn't whisper
the myth that flows
through waves of ears
The sounds of silence
rings in my heart
an unspoken melody
that heals my fresh wounds

I placed an eye
on my lips
so I could see
the illicit voice
that hid my words

I purified my heart
and felt the rays
that attracted my orange eyes
to her body,
Her brightness
swirls the blood
that swims through my vein
regenerating me for a spur



Behind the Lobby

My heart
Starved of sunshine
A potion that intoxicate
My words of empty elegance
On an arm of nature
My eyes
My fault
Burdened with a sight
Through wools of dust
My eyes intercept
The bats
Glamorously propelling
Through a rail of vibration
I continued with my muse
Listening to every tone
Of every song
Sang by those
Who own the sky?
My strange eyes
Called upon by the clouds
I wondered around my mind
Singing a song
Short and sweet
Across eloping clouds
Lead me home
For there is no place like home



Kerry in November
 (for John Kerry)

He was the right man
to fight the war
He needed the time
to wrestle for peace
but those good intentions
were thrown at him

The peacemaker is in the hands
of November misfortune
The good smiles vanished
Now BB is still at the helms
to a not well deserved destination



Arafat
(for Yasir Arafat)

The hope for a nation
is a trip
away from the violence
in the heart of the land

The father is gone with the
passion for the nation
death knows no hero

A grip of a powerful sensation
putting aside a legendary face

An unforgettable grudge
the heart of sword

The dream is still alive
The moment will come
The melody of a new voice
will prove the courage in his action