Amir Harbo

AREWAR MU? Abinda ke zuciya zan bayyana. Koda ace baza mu rayu ba. zama a Arewa kamar ba zai yuwu ba. Shin ina wakilan mu da muka zaɓa.  Kariyar ne ba zasu bamu ba? Kunsan bazan musu ƙage ba. Sun toshe kunne basu ɗauki komai ba. Dan su kare dukiyar mu da kowa ba. Ko ina duhu babu haske, Rabbi mun tuba. Da suna kishin mu kamar iyal…

TOGETHER AT SIXTY: A Nation: A mother of African territories! A mother land of giants of Africa! A green Nation! A white Nation! It is called Nigeria. Nigeria: Who keeps our states united. Who is the originator of the heroes of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Who entitled as a One Nation despite heterogeneous tribes. Who today has k…

FOUR-eight: Two, four, what for?  Six, Eight, who do we appreciate? At first, we think they're great! I mean the A-P-C, change pretenders! Already we have started seeing it. But change to 'drawdown'. The damages have already been done. And the masses are suffering... 'Shinkafa' triples its price! Education is n…

Poetry: Worms in my brain going in and out The profound and inane what's it all about? Revolution, evolution Politics or religion Zeal or function Poetry my unction. -Amir July, 2020.

FOR THE WOMAN (to my mommy): For the woman whose husband makes an "extra stop" after work every evening. For the woman  who is mourning the loss of a daughter that nobody else knew about. For the woman  who still leads from the front even although she’s lost inside. For the woman  who was fired for her fourth late becaus…

Pastilence: Not a Scintilla: Beside oppressed souls and revolutions sitting, staring and chewing. There're feofle who drive vans and vault of Dolas, etc. They used our insanity. And push us by some pastorprenuers using 1k as a palm greasing. Some, said they're tarred with brush of korruptions. No! Indeed, they're thy…

WHEN OTHERS...  -Amir Muhammad Harbo When others are reading  She is chatting. When others are revising  she is trying to learn. When others are writing  She is mopping. When others have finished  She is starting.  When result is out  Everybody is rejoicing. When she saw her own  She is crying.  She's now too late.  Beware! Wh…

ZEPHYR: It is harmatan The west wind                   Picked me up                   Wrapped me delicately Shielded me From jaded weapons                   Of cruelty and reality                   Where I can crawl again Under cherry blossoms And tremble in delight. ©Amir Muhammad Harbo ameerharbo@gmail.com

An Unknown Letter I am thinking of the received letter. I don’t know, it is a death letter. Meaning, Death by invitation. I can recalled a handsomely wreathed and ornamented Black and red-letter came yesterday I had put it on the broken Nigerian table And forgot about it. It was a night then, I attempt to eat. Yet, I …

WINTER: Winter does not tell about its coming, Our natural out layers tell about its coming. Sometimes it tells the coming of new-year. Did I achieved something on the previous year? Yes or no is the answer. Winter shows wetness, As dry shows harmatan. What shall I do? Winter has no sympathy Whether you are you…

Lawn Mower Men: Strangest thing lawn mower men are out on a rainy Wednesday. Engines roaring outside my bedroom window their blades cutting sweet wet grass. They blow the leaves into wet piles of disease. Their engines reek of oil sick and slick. It's not everyday that the men arrive but they do in a lawn …

Morning Song: there are crickets singing a sweet Wednesday song before quieting upon the rise of the morning sun. mixing in with humming squeals of an empty stomach and a child's heavy breath adds the final touch. faintly in the background there is another she sings along awakening the rise of the morning sun…

"At the touch of love everyone become a poet".  Maybe it's for that reason I don't even know the time I wrote this. MY FIANCEE   She is always charming, daring and caring.  She is an extraordinary because  She is beautiful, careful and joyful. She is always look appealing,  breathtaking and …

CESSATION : You are the slaughterer, an enemy. That tramples over her victims. A dreaded foe, that knows no simpathy. Mother cries. Father cries. Siblings eyes are filled with tears. Mighty slaughterer has done it again. Shall I or shall I not ? Let the tears roll ? My heart is heavy with grief. Dreaded slaughtere…