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BY
Abdullahi Abdulrahman

NEW YEAR, NEW ME
But the «new you» you go about hawking, wouldn't come to past, if you didn't have a solid blueprint.

Yes, it's invariably the commonest line for most people in the new year, however, something never changes. Yet we all have inside of us this yearning to have nice, new, or exciting things. Hence, a reflect on the saying– Easily said than done...eqn(i)

In evaluating the past year, social media has become the only DE FACTO platform for friend(s) to easily express their social cristism or remorse. Posts or Memes of how FRIEND(S) ruined their whole year got a daily upsurge.

Of the truth, life is nothing without friendship, but, true friends are self-selected. It shouldn't be forced. We ought to embrace it with spontaneity!

Many a person falls victim because they tend to choose their friend based on the swing of their desires, so undesirably– the money lovers, fabric borrowers, partying, you name it. And you thought it would be a happy ending?

In the end, you keep wailing of ur wrong choices, your excesses. Thereafter, you got depressed and as such blocks the flow of creative ideas. You then SURVIVE at the CIRCUMFERENCE of LIFE, instead of LIVING at the CENTER
of YOUR BEING. Then, you turn to God for a better "new year".

During this pastime, if not your wailings, how much of you or of your time, were given to the most high(God)? Exceeding small or not at all?!. Hmm...God of mercy!

But hey! We are a reflection of those we miggle with. Miggle with lions and you will mirror their strength and grace (Simple logic does it). And you will have your eqn (i) change to eqn (ii)—Hardly said than done.

Conclusively,
* YOU ARE YOU, and, I AM I
* Kill that EGO
* Shun bad company
* Stop being indecisive
2019 is already great for all earthlings.

BY
Abdullahi Abdulrahman
It was in the month of January,the last day of the fortnight into February,the month of love.I was one of the last to alight from a commercial vehicle. Suddenly,i ran into a girl,on treading my path home,wearing a tight-fitting,micro-mini snippet of a dress showing all her "curves" and "edges". A dressing,matching up with her beauty. Wallai! "Oma chéfé jali".

But,i was like Jack,the lad; a naive young man who knew nothing about womanhood or have ever assumed a dating guy role. The yolk would be broken,today. "E che kimu de mi".

My name is Abdul.I said as i stood dropping my gaze in front of her.
Girl:And so what!
I...I would like like us to be friend
Girl:Oooh! Friends my foot!
Before i could raise an eyebrow,she was already gone.
Alas! She must be rude! I said conclusively as though i had put forth the needed courage. I bottled up my emotion right there,faked a smile then kissed my lips,hoping for yet another chance.

The early morning light rays blurred my vision. Up to re-adjust the window curtain,i was surprised to see her again,walking out from the precinct of our house. She had come to buy smoked fish from my step-mother. I hurriedly reached out for my short,cocooned myself in a Jalabia-like dress and dashed out from the room. Yet,i lost that courage to face her. My heart thuds with a tingle effect on my body. I failed again!

That night,i was consumed by her thought. My eyes kept on lingering on her body like one's eyeing a piece of cow chop at the butcher table. There was more to her than the beauty. Her rear side and frontal undulation were just in sync with her calculated movement.
"I must have her laid," i said boastfully.

To be continued....
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By
Abdullahi Abdulrahman

Phone,a universal article that basically triggers our sense of humors and kills one's idleness.

Can anybody really stay without the use of phone??

To me,it's a no no response as life with a phone is far far better than having a girlfriend/boyfriend.

With data??
You have opened heaven gate for them,you go see traffic na.Some could go a long way leveraging on the internet.

• Visiting facebook,whatsapp instagram,snapchat,google,you tube and et al,at a go,til the cell battery got weakened or completely drained down.

Don't be surprised.The patient one's will charge it to the fullest to be killed thereafter.

Whereas,the impatient one's will use it at its charging state.

Without data
Thought the touching touching will stop but its then you will see them,ransacking through their galleries(hordes of pictures) like its a "new fone" or a "new caption",watching collected movies & playing musics on a repeated ground.

The importance of phones cannot be overemphasized.

BY
                Abdullahi Abdulrahman
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It was a beautiful morning,unlike the usual saturdays wit a temperature of 0°c,everywhere seems quiet like a grave yard,ground was covered with windfalls,children had been uncharacteristically quiet,footsteps of passers-by were hardly heard,only few persons came out wrapped with fabrics to prevent them from shrieking.I woke up to see Omeka who had been bedridden for long busy putting firewood through a cut in a tripod at the patio of his compound.I stood hwever watchin the whole scenario but eventually the lit from the tripod was enough to shield him from the early morning cold.

Me:good morning,Sir
Omeka:the morning is not good(dis cold e don too much)
Me:haha..na de season o
Omeka:I knw but e 4 de respect age na
Me:Haba papa(cold is no respecter of age)
Omeka:who be ur papa? Ahbi na me born ur stupid fada? (a man in his seventies but luks boyish to himsef)
Me:e neva reach dt one na,leav my papa mak e de haus de rest abeg
Omeka:den,no de cal me papa again
Me:I don hia..
Omeka:whatefer(wit a hand dt almst left a mark on my left cheek)
Me:is whatever(tryin to right de wrong)
Omeka:who cares(formin a grammarian)

We wer immersed in dis chit-chat wen a lady emerged wit al sorts of stickers clenched at both hands preventin her of a fist.She myt b an evangelist,I said dat to mysef but inasmuch as dat,I gav her a noticeable grin which assured her of her confidence.

Lady:Assalam aleiku(in two occurences)
(A greetings dat put us in turbulence).
Unbeknown to her,I turned in a ryt direction to Omeka and whisperd to his ryt ear(Is she nt a christian??).
Omeka:perhaps,a polyreligious lady
Me:haha...polyreligion?? Do we actually av dt kind of word??
Omeka:I tod u,u didnt go to scho....ol(stammering)
Me:dis has notti to do wit skul,abeg
Omeka:go & read religion & its types &...(interrupted by de lady)
Lady:hop am save?
Omeka:yes,all is well,gesturin her to a wooden stool.
(and she inclined her head in acknowledgement).

At dis vry point in tym,I felt lyk,a soul had bn remuvd frm my body due to my low boredom threshold for preacher(s):If der is anythin I hated so much,it ought to b preacher(s) regardless of the religion though.Lyk a befuddled lamb dat had lost its mother,I stud & left de scenery.

After walkin two miles away,a tot came into me-if truely an evangelist she was,she wudn't av uttered word of Islamism.Biblical it shud b wrong.I tod mysef,let me do sometin right this time.So,I went bak to wer I earlier left but hapless a enough,I lost out on her.

I turned to Omeka for a help.
Wer is she??
Omeka:she has gone
Gone? Dt cudn't b true? 4 how long has she gone?? Whic path did she took? What did de two of you discussed?
(Admist & lost in questionings bfor Omeka chipped in wit a wake-up slap from both sides on my face).
Omeka:what's wrong wit u? U ar goin crazy al in de name of a lady.
(anywys,she was only here to luk 4 interested & eligible workers in Oil & gas firm).

Oh! Oil money! I tot as much,wit an eye popping lyk an owl's.Dis wud av bn de ryt time to better my life.De new me dat i av bn patiently waitin for & nw,i av thrown it to de dust.I felt a fool,a sap & an idiot al at once.

By
                      Abdullahi Abdulrahman

As a kid,only very naive about the future and obssessed with Mummy's love.She woke me up,bathed me and prepared me for elementary classes.

May God bless African mothers.She taught me how to love,like always stretching that four letter words.In all her doings,love always stood out,amongst other factors.

In school,it was still a lovelier bond.I saw oneness in us as Nigerians,happiness on every African child.

During physical exercise (P.E) or on a playing landscape,we performed different kinds of kids celebration under de tutelage of Aunty Ladidi(may her soul rest in perfect peace).We came out en masse,holding each other hands to form a circle,usually a big circle.We sang, danced and revolved around this circle simultaneously,in courtesy of:

"The more we are together,together,together(×2)
The more we are together
The happier we shall be
To your friends,my friends 
And my friends,your friends
The more we are together
The happier we shall live."

Songs were in sync with our dances
Yet,soaked in a babel of voices,everyone wants his/her voice to be heard or felt.

In my teens,it was the other side of the coin,no luv found nor gained.The old cargoes turned out to be the leaders of tomorrow.People become animals to be hunt,souls lying lifelessly in pool of their own blood.Nepotism,tribalism,religion bigotry and what a view,becomes a daily threat.

             "Arise O Compatriots"

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By
Abdullahi Abdulrahman
(Kemist ab)

How time flies
It is overly ten years
With the psychology of a teenager
Thought life is always rosy and frolic
Day in,day out,thing refuses to change

Left in solitary
In my subconscious mind
Millions of thoughts abound
These increase each day like a geometric progression

Trying to understand life
Nay,the truest nature of existence
Life,a weirdo
I halt being gibberish
And murmuring loud
Brain failed rebooting
Felt the resonance of a bleeding heart
Weaknesses down my spine
Weariness of the old me

Oh! Life!
The dictatorship of souls
Why are "U" so mean??
When will "U" tend to b fair??
What is the purpose of "U" to one??
Which way of "U" is the best??
Who,who begets "U" with all these cruelties??
To be continued....
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