To NORTH
By Hassana Maina
Tell them of your beauty
Your nose shaped
Pointing like the tip of a knife
About the hair that makes braids look like the whip
Your men carry around for the cattle
And occasionally sometimes
When their rage build high like a pyramid
And it clouds their faces like that dew of the season you call Harmattan
They use that whip on You
Not the one next door but that of Kano
The Political Warrior
Do not forget Ladi, yes, the Potter
Whose hands bled to make clay, water and
Oh North
They will try as hard as they will
To tell you about the bloodshed at Kanem
And the children you forgot to feed
Rather you left them on the streets with their hands outstretched
To every stranger that passes
North oh! you North
Do not forget to sing your praise
But caution those libs of yours
For your price as a bride is yet to be paid
And your face should radiate that beauty
That never gets old
I beseech you
Do not give room for gloom
For North is the North
That ties us all together
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