DAKKA 2017 By Odusanya Oladimeji

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

First time, Dakka!,
Was told, A city! An Edorado!,
Ready to serve Father’s Land without a drag,
With Smiles, Floated gleefully away emptied scare crow,
Figure Massively hewn in DREAM LAND,

Sun-stricken waves came and beat crazily,
Hail conscience rifled with pitiful eyes, stay affectionately
Life begins and ends here as a story of a man
Like a crossboard mottled beyond million fragments
Wont i see you? – Development?

In my time, it came again
Scorching Harmattan winds and Torrential rains
Under a stucco hut crowned with sad-grass roof
Where PACE OF CHANGE has crippled into a sink roots
Till their philosophical rules added manure to its gain
Here, Mandrel, Farming flogs POVERTY Hot strokes of ‘Bulala’

Here, ‘Inakuana’ and Ba ruwa’ has been our Soundtracks
Children Hands and Feets bloated by Quashiokor and Appendices
With Heartless Darkness threatening our Coward Poles and Wires
To the great core Abandoning,
Land with cesspole of MOUNTAINS,

‘Ba Turanchi’- Land rifled with Ignorance
Land full of daggers in thr hands of Dakkarians
Who are ready to shake-hands with WAR
With road like a journey that has no range
My luck was quite Extraordinary! -I page!
Dedication and Selflessness; All Ends as Stories!

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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