Read “Idler” by Mukhtar S. Wakeel, first published in Citizen on 23 May 1994; an archival poem on work, idleness and self-reform.
Why humanity ever create thisLittle coins and worthless paperscalled moneyThat enslave all their effortsBecoming the most blinding of pas-sionTranscending all honest virtuesBlinding the heart of majorityinto dubiousness and criminalityImmorality and decadenceIn both polity, and culturesDestroying communality and com-mercialising relations,Turning some to parasites, specula-torsThat live in great abundancewhile emaciating the productive Umaru Garba EDITOR’S NOTE Originally […]
The ground burned with furyScorching the last of the greeneryBlazing heat defying all fortsLizards scampered into comfort!Men retiring under mango treesGulping fura da nonoOut there he stoodStaring with bizarre lookBelly groaning for foodSkin burnt as sootExcept for the leg in a tattered bootConscience!You cryptic oneWhere have you now gone? Drizzles and showersTurning to hard, painful […]