SON OF THE SOIL
I am a son of the soil,
dejected and deserted,
by the benefactors of the soil,
these that birthed me,
and why not the holders of the soil?
for I am not from them,
and their's are at the cleanest part of earth
far away from our soil,
where hearts are soothed
by the grace upon the eyes.
They care not savour my right from the infilters of our soil,
whom I am from,
despite it being their devoir as the regals of the soil,
to protect us, even when the hunters are our bearers,
as long as they didn't hesitate burying their affection and neglecting us,
refusing to pave us paths on our soil,
not necessarily made of diamond nor gold, but love and affection.
As long as they reject their obligation,
leaving us to wander in the scrote of another soil,
then the regals of the soil should take over
for both the hunters and the preys are their sons,
from their soil.
But how will they care,
when all is in their hearts is the bounties of the soil and not the sons of the soil.
And I keep wondering why they never intervain,
even when we rot,
and not just that but many other atrocities.
But then I reflected,
why will they
when they shred us and sip our blood so they could rule our soil and abduct the end product of the treasures of our soil.
Why will they intervain?
when they use us to fight their battles
so they could conquer our soil.
I demand not taken far away
atleast not to that land
for some soils are ment for some certain people to touch, to feel, to breath and to live even.
I demand not sapphire nor pearl even on my own soil, but freedom, to live on the soil God raised me.
And if at all I have to leave, because it's for a good cause, knowledge is good enough to strive for,
then the regals should prepare the soil for a son of the soil will be planted.
I am the son of the soil
who longed to hear his name
but wakes up every time to the echo of ALMAJIRI!
-Aisha A Ahmad
Honoured to perform my above poem at Zaria 1st summit, praise be to God, it was a success.