April Light
That was when I first took
a breath of life
The sun was full with a smile
That moment earth was light
The green all bowed for a while
The fruits succulent in sight
April light
the moon greeted me in sight
There was my mother, my hero my knight.
Twenty six kisses was all that right.
For grandma
my cries was all delight
The birds sang before their evening flight
April light
I grew and found that which I like
Of straw berries, rasp berries black berries alike
Even adventure
was all I found endearing with might.
Tsunami of Blood
I sing a dirge for a pillar nation
My plateau never saw this face of war
Our laughter fall like metal drops
Splashing the very milk of our smiling face
Uprooting the bond we adore
A tale of two tribes
Clash for aboriginals
Tribes that spit and smith thunder
Invoking the heart of peace
Look at my plateau
Look at her
Torn by hands of bows and arrows?
Where is our refuge?
Where are my folks?
Where are my brethren?
Our own very green land
Gushing this tsunami of blood
Salamatu Sule is one of the unique class of female writers emerging from Northern Nigeria. She lives and works in Kaduna, Kaduna State.
