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14/01/2021

Our Schools are chasing us away from employments.

The system employed by Nigerians is Certificate Based System (CBS), but despite, Nigerians are subconsciously falling into some pit which is avoidable. Our Higher Institution's name are sometimes the reason why many graduates are enemy to employment. Some certificates are not worthy or strong enough to justle and compete with their counterpart in the labour market.

There are many a University owned by the Federal or State government which was established on some certain goals perhaps Agriculture, Technology and Transportations. These schools are supposed to base on their establishment goals and produce students who can withstand the race beyond the school gate. But no, the case is reversed, due to greediness of some of the people in the helm of affairs.

Imagine a job seeker, who came for employment having his diploma certificate in Accountancy from a College of Agriculture. Even before he open his bucal cavity, his papers has disqualified him. What about a Medical Doctor who had his MB;BS from a University of Technology, no matter what facility they might have in the school the name has worked against him.

Why should Colleges of Agriculture offer courses beyond Agric and Agric related courses? Why should University of Technology offer Clinical and Management Courses? These Universities should focus on their reasons of establishment. They should produce students of high quality who can be able to compete with their foreign counterpart.

Students often fall for this failed system because of the competitiveness of some schools. But the saying "he who laugh last, laugh best" is still working. Don't rush for admission otherwise you will end up in a trash of a school.

Your future in the labour market has started once you've applied for the entrance exam of your desired school. Learn to study the right Course in the Right school.

Stay Safe!
Regards!

Abdul Hakeem Bello

28/09/2020

A Dialogue with my Country

My Country:
Rain on me; not curse, for I'm your shelter
I housed your forefathers and mothers
Your name I bore, do you remember?
My cloth was perforated with your embers
You designed my image with your blood
Thou rude and thou underrated thy lord
Like a shield, I live to safe your warrior
But on me you splashed, blood and horror
Like a sleeping sea I used to be calm and meek
I fed thou on my onion, my leek and my milk
An ingrate you are, what did you pay in return?
From righteousness your souls had turned
I got starved of the rain of good words
My face was being turned from the world
To thy leaders, my hands have always plead
My mouth beacons him to be good to the people he leads
My sons thought I've long been cursed
But their veils have hidden what they've caused
They afflict blame on the king among them
They've forgotten there's no tree without phloem
That a man is always assigned with the helm
But millions of leaves build-up the elm
Sit and have your hands crossed, nay
Hearken to my words and everything I say
Raised your head up and pray
Pray I said, please pray.

Poet:
O ye, my dear nation
I've been in dateless slumber for you
I sojourn in the home of dream to cast
An evergreen future for you on later years.

I heard you wore gold. No wonder
Many a son you bore have their eyes on your n**e
Like a chameleon longing to devour its pray
They wish to have your gold tore and shared.

I heard the flood that kayaks your land is blood
A trade which rains cowries to your children's save
When the tears flow and the mortals fall. They
Get a free jaw like a trader with huge profit.

I heard your sons had sentenced knowledge
He was condemned to death for treason
Learning turns learner to an hardened prisoner
A prisoner with no certainty on morrow.

O ye, my dearest nation
Raise your voice and call your children into order
Or else your cloth shall suffer from there ember
O ye, my dearest nation.

- AH Bello

21/09/2020

Àníké

Mo jí ní kùtùkùtù, mo di ògúlùtu
Agbami ìfé re ni mo yòrò sí. Mo
Gbéra mi yílè bí edun àrá ni mo
Se milé. Àrè ni mí ní ìlú yìí, ebi
Ìfé ló pa mí débí. Mo sojú pón
Koko bíi ojú amu kòkò. Ìyà ìfé re
Ló ñ pa mí ló. Bó bá wu omodé
Kó se ojú mísímísí bí eni fé ké
Bó sì w'àgbà kó sàgbòn wòròyè
Bí eni fé dòkè. Àyànfé re ni n ó ò
Fi ojó ayé mi jé.

- Àyìndé

15/08/2020

"MY MOTHER"

The bad fate she had chosen has
Shattered her, but her fingers were
Interlaced; her face, a tomb of scars.
She smiles but to the happens of
Faded memory. She smiles but to
The beauty in uncertain tomorrow
'cause her today cleanse but with tears.

She is the woman who housed me
for nine. She backed me for three, and
Nurture my love for eternity. But she is to
My father, a stranger, a demon, a tyranny.
His look rains terror, like a frighten cat
In the sight of a wild dog, Mama will shiver.

When he roars, like a lion longing to devour
A prey, who dares our rodent to eavesdrop,
Unless we want to kayak in the sea of our
blood. Unless we want our face paint blue
And black. He will cast a swollen face for her
As a picture she had to show to the world but
Her tongue knotted from telling the story.

What will a demon want from human? If not
To savour his flesh. After painting her jaw red
He will quest for pleasure in her treasure. She
Will plead but with his fist he will respond to all
Her talkings. Papa has no heart nor feeling to
Feel her pain. All he knows is to for love pay pain.

The only pleasure she ever had is in the pool that
Travels her cheeks. Now his drought has drained
The pool. Will she died without a flash of happiness
In her thought? Will she fade off like a starless night
That kiss the dawn? What shall be the moon that
Will shine happiness to her like a gloomy night?

Has a dirty gold lost her luster? Has a dirty gold fall
In monetary value? Even if her neck smiles to rags
Or her foot befriend scraps. Her values shall remain
Golden. Which won't fall for rusting in our eyes. And
The future she see afar shall be brought by us to her
Near. And like a giant rat which finds solace in children
In the end days. Mama shall take an happy voyage to
Afterlife. She'll find solace in her children.

© 2020, Bello Abdul Hakeem

14/08/2020

SMILE

What? A smile that brightens up every face. Your
Face so blue like a blue-roofed church from a faraway
Land. Your tone so cool, like a corridor in a refrigerant.
Your name echoes like a sonorous tone of the doom's
Trumpet. In the starless night of my heart, your
Thought like a visiting moon; half baked yet full str'ght
That lightens my world.

Days counted on those nights when all I have
Is to embrace your absence all night. When all I have
Is to kiss the memory of yester years, And to
Fantasize on the dream of the days of happy ever after.
Nay baby, no. Your face can't be an orchestra of
Sorrow, because when you smile, it's an antidote to
My anxiety. Your smile; an origin of endless peace.

O ye honey! You do not know that you're beautiful, even
Than the pretty sun that reignth the day. Even than
The beautiful galaxy that twinkle the gloomy night. Smile
O my baby, smile. Let not sorrow build castle in your heart.
All days might be bad. All sound might be threaten, all
Word might be a burden. Stretch your jaw honey. Please
SMILE.

- A. H. Bello

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