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TALE OF A FAIRYLAND [Minna]





By Ola Vincent Omotade

With massive splendor and vitality,
Rocks and caves nearby,
Noise and smokes, standby
with Undulating and luxuriant hills
Rain falling as if the roof is gonna remove today
Dust of air hastened and unrest wind
Curtains of quietness descending on residential quarters
The day breaks not with sound of birds
But the day breaks with Allahu'akbar Islamic prayer call
And the street cry of hawkers cacophony of car horn and rattle of vehicular traffic
And when it rains it rains heavily
The heaven seems opened
A thunderstorm sounding like a shout of the sons of God
The sunset fadeth yellowish in the west
And rain drop in rows instilling in us fervent fear.
Bringing multitude through vissctude
Minna how beautiful are you among the cities of the Niger
The beauty of your rhythm sound like celestial hymns
A king kong in high place s
Your glory lives tireless traces
Business areas filling spaces fascinating, scrambled, Congested and Crowded out
Painful accident of tragedy to hilarious Comedy
Here a man is selling his wares
Pick pockets caught with tears
One never know what is going to happen the next moment.
On fridays, the street filled with lovely ones the Muslims
In their glowing and beautiful robe's
Hijab and jalabiya
Bosso boys in mufti muffling trying to steal
In the valleys of the niger right
Pale and peachy skinned almajhri
Hovering around walking from South to North looking for carbohydrates to dissolve
Choo-cho
You hear the rhythmic rubbling of the train
Passengers running to fill the empty crouches
How beautiful and captivatingly captivated
The sun scorching than the launching mercury
A place to forever be on earth
Labyrinths of crowded streets with various tribes
Where cars gives space for emir's horses
And Sunday's believers running to churches.

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