jimyjames:


Who are the South? Has the South ever United the archives anything since the creation of Nigeria?

No, of course. The British and elites from northern region of Nigeria joined in the hip to brainwash the most southerners that Ndigbo are the boogeyman in Nigeria.

Ideadoctor:
I don't have time to type stories for a northern illiterate like you, it like teaching sanity to a madman or teaching arithmetic to a goat,you would never comprehend my ideas, your place is with your cows in the Bush, now get out of this forum and go take car of cows,we ain't in the same level

My friend don't derail this wonderful thread with insults enjoy the poem

jimyjames:

My friend don't derail this wonderful thread with insults enjoy the poem

poems written by wicked liars doesn't deserved to be appreciated, shooo

jimyjames:

My friend don't derail this wonderful thread with insults enjoy the poem

Hahaha! E dey pain am

Dedetwo:


No, of course. The British and elites from northern region of Nigeria joined in the hip to brainwash the most southerners that Ndigbo are the boogeyman in Nigeria.

Very good answer, and that belief about the igbos is still there so South Unity will never happen perhaps generations to come but not this one

Ideadoctor:
poems written by wicked liars doesn't deserved to be appreciated, shooo

And what is the lie in that poem?

jimyjames:

And what is the lie in that poem?

that Fulani owns Ilorin

valenu:
Hahaha! E dey pain am

No insults, be civilized for once my friend

jimyjames:

I want to hear Gowon say that, not you, you are a nobody and whatever you say doesn't count, thank God Gowon is still alive

Hello! Mr Fulani poet,
By the time wey middle belt and South's go break away from ur failed Nigeria, u go rewrite that your poem.

Regards.
Nairaland Fulani tormentor

Ideadoctor:
that Fulani owns Ilorin

Do you know the most powerful ruler in Ilorin?

jimyjames:


No insults, be civilized for once my friend

Who is your friend? Do I look like Fulani to u?

jimyjames:


Do you know the most powerful ruler in Ilorin?

who?

valenu:

Hello! Mr Fulani poet,
By the time wey middle belt and South's go break away from ur failed Nigeria, u go rewrite that your poem.

Regards.
Nairaland Fulani tormentor

Enjoy your fantasy while it lasts

Ideadoctor:
who?

You see?

jimyjames:

Enjoy your fantasy while it lasts

I can see you are pained. Haha!

valenu:
I can see you are pained. Haha!

You didn't hear me crying did you?

jimyjames:

You didn't hear me crying did you?

No, I didn't hear you. I can only feel your pains. You are really pained and wish you can stab someone hahahahaha!

valenu:
No, I didn't hear you. I can only feel your pains. You are really pained and wish you can stab someone hahahahaha!

What is my pains all about my friend?

jimyjames:
I am North
I run from the far Sahara
through the Sahelian Kano
to the fertile lands of Benue

I am North
A spring of wisdom
I fed the brave Sardauna
And the eloquent Tafawa

I am North
A home to the Hausas
The Fulanis and Kanuris
Beroms, Tivs and Idomas

I am North
A generous mother
For I betrothed The Niger
To a beautiful bride—-The Benue

In me are a people
From diverse places
Adamawa speaks beauty
In Kaduna, it rains intellect

Sokoto narrates legends
Of Shehu Usmanu Danfodiyo
And his conquest of Argungu
Down to the villages of Ilorin

In me were blacksmiths
From the ancient town of Bidda
Tell me about the town of Hadejia
And fishes in its mysterious River

Plateau harbours minerals
And abundance dwell in Kano
Maiduguri was a home for all
In the days of Ajami scripting

My youths are not Islamists
I am the groudnut pyramids
I am Yakubu Gowon and Abacha
I am Mamman Shuwa and Murtala

When the sun rises
My markets get saturated
With hardworking merchants
And traders from beyond me

I am North
The stout Maina
The arid land of Gashua
I am vast farming and Pottery

I am North
A cave that echoes
All sounds of Dan Kwairo
I am the strings of Dan Maraya

I am North
Arewan Sarki Dikko
I am Mamman Durugu
I am architectural prowess

I am North
I am the wealthy Dangote
I am Okene and Ajaokuta
I am Damaturu, Jos and Lafia

There’s more to me
Than the stories you hear
I had noble Queens and Kings
Towns within me, far and near

I am North
Of various faiths
Muslims and Christians
Of churches and mosques

Do not try to slander me
False tales don’t define me
My offsprings are not terrorists
For I am North, I am hospitality

In me are age-long festivals
And some colourful durbars
My Yankari is a sight to behold
Come! Do not wait till you are told

Mambilla touches the skies
“Awara” is sweeter when fried
I heard Gurara has tasty waters
In me are brothers without borders
Bauchi devours Maasa
Fura is an anthem in Gombe
There are morsels of Tuwo in Daura
Hadejia is well known for Miyan Kuka

All hail Mamman Shata
Who rose from ancient Funtua
Our Queen Amina was a heroine
She fought wars for old Zazzau

I am North
I am Bayajidda
I am Atta and Bayero
I am Ladi Kwali and Sawaba

I am North
The seat of The Caliphate
The Birnin Kudu paintings
I am culture and heritage

I am North
I am milk and meat
I am cows and camels
I am grains and bounty harvests

I am North
An abode of the Gwaris
The Jukuns and the Zurus
The Ebiras and the Igalas

These rains will go
This blood will wash away
These cries will fade slowly
For I am North, Arewan Ali Makaho

I am North
A place of love
For myriad centuries
Where peace had found shelter

They call me North
My children call me Arewa
But then, to me, I am a home
For men, women, young and old.

Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman is a Kano-based poet

It is a beautiful poem

North is presently bleeding...