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I am a northerner. And that is a shame, but please don’t blame me, blame God. He made me a northerner and didn’t practice democracy when he did so.

Perhaps there was a conference in heaven (or wherever babies come from) in which parents choose their children. Blame my parents and not me, I don’t recall being part of it, I don’t recall choosing mine - but hear me out am proud of mine. But maybe given an option, I might have made a better choice, but I came as a northerner. This is the accidental badge of shame I carry, like all men, but mine is worse -

Long before my parents made their choice, colonial thieves drew the map, it had nothing to do with me - they made me a northerner. No plebiscite, no Gallup Poll, with a stroke of the pen they made their choice and made me - a northerner. My choice was never a part of it; they followed the stars and hit the mark - to make me a northerner.
My land of birth is great and vast, full of life and changing scenes. Sometimes arid, sometimes green. Most times dry and sometimes wet - it is the northern land. I don’t blame others, if they don’t know, but I make them angry for just being me. My land is dry and breeds no things- but lush tomatoes, scented onions, hot peppers, and loads of grain, ginger and garlic. My land produces maize and beans; sugarcane, sorghum, moringa and millet. My pastureland is best for cattle, goats and sheep, best for donkeys, horses, and fowls of all kinds. These are part of the northern nothing.
The Mambilla makes the best of tea, of mangoes, pineapples, legumes and fruits. The earth yields carrots, melon and seeds. Once upon an ancient time, my land made groundnuts that built pyramids like Egypt land. The best of yams and potatoes breed; the best of beans and protein needs; yes, they’re nothing compared with oil - parlous insignificance to today’s gold. Whatever the north produced is nothing here.
I rile not those who produce cocoa, nor quarrel with those that grow their coffee. I bug not those whose rainforests produce the best of trees, timber and rubber and palm produce. Its nuts and fruits and lush red oil. All I ask is live and let live and hold aloft our green white green. I don’t begrudge the vast rivers - that give more fish than Argungu. I crave the taste of crabs and shrimps; I love the oil that powers boats, cars and moving machines. I love the tar that colours the road and lubricants that oil the wheels and burnish flesh. Yet all I ask is live and let live but nay they say we want you out. I am a northerner, to be seen never to whine, complain or hold my point of view.
I am a northerner, and everything I touch brings me shame. I love the land and fought for it. I love its make from my vantage point- the confluence of the Niger and Benue rivers, watching the evening sun throw the final arms of its glow, like rainbow shoots across the rest of motherland and even that they’ll take from me. For I am a northerner, who must see nothing, hear nothing and pretend to know nothing.
I am a northerner. Others are allowed to make their heroes, keep their heroines and turn their villains into saints but I am accused of political greed. I am the grandson of Tafawa Balewa, the golden voice of Africa, co-founder of the OAU - but I am the butt of modern jokes.
I am a northerner, cousin of Joseph Sarwuan Tarka. My uncles shed the blood that glued this nation. Yes perhaps not make professors per square metre but I made mine in quantum too. In Jelani Aliyu I share my blood. In Aliko Dangote I share my wealth. I am a northerner, branded loafer, codenamed para-site and forbidden to fight the label. I am never judged on the strength of my character, nor on my personal skill, for I am not supposed to have a brain, skill or character - I am a northerner.
If I drink am called a drunk, and if I don’t, am called a terrorist. If I eat they laugh at me, if I don’t they say, let him starve to death if he will. My almajirai are no match for area boys, I am a northerner. I am the son of Ladi Kwali, Gambo Sawaba, Bilkisu Yusuf, Amina Az-Zubair. I am the great grandson of Queen Amina, Queen Daurama. I am the cousin of Princess Inikpi, of unsung heroes and heroines, of brave hearts and royal Kings, of many tribes and many tongues.
But when one man allegedly takes a child and makes her his wife, we are all called paedophiles - because we are northerners.

Very inspiration. More grease to your pen.

Wait for it.

And u expect me to read all these when I no they write project...

tayooluwole:
And u expect me to read all these when I no they write project...

You and your likes should be ashamed of yourself.. well am not surprised you are a Blackman with a black mentality... that's why the stupid white people will always laugh at us

@op, indeed you may be an exception to win a northerner is, BUT, your fulani brothers are writing another story about the North, Yerima is free to marry your 13yr old daughter, your cousins hold more value to a cow than human... the list is endless

Who political poem and northerner don ep

tobimillar:
You and your likes should be ashamed of yourself.. well am not surprised you are a Blackman with a black mentality... that's why the stupid white people will always laugh at us

@op, indeed you may be an exception to win a northerner is, BUT, your fulani brothers are writing another story about the North, Yerima is free to marry your 13yr old daughter, your cousins hold more value to a cow than human... the list is endless

Park well, tell me Y I should be ashamed of myself...

Am from the north and am always proud