I hope to giveReceiveFeel needed and lovedTo entrust my legal seedInto safety her womb’sThe noon sun is less fieryThan love’s dreamsFlooding orbits of my soulNaira scorned my loveMore genuine than genuine itselfMy muslimahOf the melodious laughRainbow to contented devoted loveIslam the flavourIn sauce of my life Kabiru A. Muhammad EDITOR’S NOTE Originally published in Citizen […]