Amir Harbo

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…

Do not condemn Christmas: Christmas is around the corner, and sooner than later, many Muslims will start sharing posts condemning the Christians and Christmas. My brothers and sisters, Christmas is none of our business as Muslims. Whether Jesus was born on Christmas day or not, is none of our business. Writing, speaking, or co…

Whoever it may concern I am saying this with many means, because it’s actually depressing, gloomy, and miserable. Meanwhile, we may get remedies to the problems.  As I know, you know, and they know, education is one of the key and important tools in the development of any society, including mine. Harbo Sabuwa is one of the towns in …

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 …

A Commentary: "34 Years and Not Too Young To Be a Minister" by Dr. Nuruddeen I have never seen a humble, modest, meek and also diligent person with the highest range of political qualities like Dr. Nuruddeen Muhammad. Let us remove all the sentiments in our minds, please.  I truly subscribed to this statement tha…

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…

UNIFICATION OF NOTHERN REGIONAL POLITICS ON ABDUCTION OF CHILDREN IN KANO: In the midst of the trending depressing, gloomy, miserable and sad incident of the nine (9) kidnapped, snatched and abducted children in Kano city and perhaps its neighbors. Meanwhile, it might be happening generally in northern part of the country whic…

I’m always afraid whenever Nigerians want to use “Nigerian” as an adjective. It is usually a time to insult Nigeria. They never associate it with something good. It is always to ridicule their country and thereafter, laugh it off. Last year (2015), I was at the Assembly Hall of Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria to listen to a …

"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…