Oh my heart, heavy with thoughts,
Though light, lightened with hope
Existence, a mystery it is
Though simple, if lighted with thoughts.
I query and question
Finding my answers
But always dissipate in oblivion
As faulty reasoning.
I know not how to reason well
As I always wish I do
But where lies a criterion?
And why all these conjunctures?
Subject of my thought
Master of my faith
I seek uprightness.
Adamu Moh’d Nababa
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 08 Nov 1993, p. 37. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation verified against the archived page.