OUR SUPERB EAGLES

By: Abdulsalam Jamiu B.

Who's that knocking on my window?
Oh its the nations' cup bugle.

My mind jumped up,
and my shoes buckled.

This must be a call for our Eagles
 to start the struggle.

Deep in the heart of the dwell,
 my mind settle
wondering if our Eagles
will float in fool of bubbles.
Poooo! poooooo!
Oh that's from the throat of the referee's whistle.

Why will our Eagles lost the strive to hustle?
 Like they've been forbidden by gods of the battle.
My mind settled in comfortable trouble! ,
wondering if we'll survive in this jungle.

Wow! The jingle from the fans is now audible,
their roaring spirits, mine, plus that of our Eagles now mingle.

Now, our Eagles are more possessed by muscle
and their sailing energy becomes double.

 heee... heee... huuu... 
our Eagles' dribbles
i see soccer wrinkles on our opponents' ankle
as the ball is engaged to our Eagles ankle
like 'a charmed bangle' on 'Abiku's ankle.

The aroma of victory now becomes visible
like an advert of maggi cube
that dishes victory on the table.

Now our Eagles sky elegantly above all troubles
to a legendary castle
that gleam like marble.
My heart soaaaaar!
As the world stand up and roar!
To celebrate 'Our Superb Eagles.'

MY INSIDIOUS INSOMNIA

 By Abdulsalam Jamiu B.

At my birth
when my head faces earth
 and my body sticks

almost lifeless inside
not because I'm aware of 'Death'

oh i'm so naive
about this 'Gaious' of our lives' Caeser.

At my birth,
I see Death preying on my mama's breath.
Hey! Why are you striving to seize her breath?
Seeing her insidious breath,
 my voice became filled with horror.

But, why would this 'insidious insomnia' about Death
glue perfectly to my restless consciousness
 ever since my mama's Death? 

Every time my eyes are steadily darting blankly,
my savvy mind becomes so pensive

as I see Death and its taste of horror
that brings fear close to my mind's ear.

At first in my imagination you appear
when suddenly your Polyphemus image is here.

I get soaked by fear
My heart shed tears

I shiver and quiver
as I see you
owlishly,
at my mama's soul you stare.

I see as Death proposed a date to my mama,
a date
to open the sod
 and thrust mama's soul
 to an unknown world that I hate.

Wait! Wait! I yell at death to wait
 oh! Too late death will not wait
since death is a slave to our dark fates.
 
I wish I had a wand in my hand
 and I would have banned you!
'Our bad fate from coming around.

Every morning,
 at my veranda
you hail  me as you pass by.
i know  one day
 you would stop by
just  to say hi.

Too bad,
 this 'insidious insomnia and I will always pear
because I know one day will come near
when you'll be here
 to hurl my soul into the air
and my body,
 underneath the earth it disappears
 just like you did to mama,
 'my dear.'