Hassan Idris

A beacon of light: The lions roar By: ©Hassan Idris The struggle and hope for a better administration and a trusthworthy leadership has been a dreading issues to Sociologists of Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria Nigeria. Thence, There’s no society in every hitherto existing society that has developed with bad leadership and selfish leaders. The significance of good leadership put a green-light to the transformation, reformation and revitalization of the society. Whence, the society is a juggernaut with the ever present possibilities of running amok.  Like Ghandi aforementioned, " The spirit of democracy is not a mechanical thing to be adjusted by abolition of forms. It requires change of heart." Nevertheless, from the preceeding years, the megahit of Nigerian Sociological and Anthroplogical student's Association of Nigeria, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria Chapter, Nigeria (N. S. A. S. A), has witnessed lots of impunities, political jabberwocky and brouhaha, with nothing

Bereavement jettisoned, succumbed and sojourned in sultie's unending love, swiming in her smiles drowning in her laughter, Playing the piano of love, Mr piano man! Singing songs of love, Mr lover man! flying like super man, Mr superman! Cuddling my super woman, Mr's Superman! ©Hassan Idris August,25,2019 Happy birthday Hafsat Tanimu Suleiman. May Allah bless your new age. 

Sojourned to ask, how do I love thee? For thy love is an unstoppable mirage, yearned to count ways, loving thee to the depth, the depth  of river Niger and river Benue, to the breadth,the unending parallel lines of the road and its miraged view afar,to the height, the unending motion of the cloud Beloved, my soul yearned, could reach when feeling out of sight, for the end so being an ideal grace. ©Ummul Sufyan August,2019 Ummul Sufyan is an upcoming poetess who hails from Kogi state, Nigeria. Her ink soars like a roaring lion. She's a final year student in the University. 

On that day thou will heist me and biff me just like we were accustomed to, but will still be speechless With my breath truncated, eyes opened but close; can't see thou for thou will marvel what's wrong with me With my hands weak, cold like an ice block that has been solidify and thou will burst into cry, exclaiming Mr. Late. Thou will encapsulate the benovelence of mine and the malevolence, but please forgive me! For then, thou will be anxious to sight me, for I will be covered with white garment, for anew, thou will shed tears like a nursing mother nursing her dead baby,  Afflictively will it be, seeing thou crying, but the truth is 'when the time is due, there's no addition nor deduction 'for we must all leave. Hassan Idris writes from Benue, Nigeria 

Oftentimes, people infer 'triumphing' as a means of  obtaining riches, fame,or just to become illustrious. Thus, it depends on how we  perceive social reality.  We all have different perceptions in understanding the world politically, socially and economically. Moreover, stepping into writing is one of my greatest accomplishment.  My encounter with Umar Yogiza Jr, is another story to tell. Cogitating within myself, I wonder if, One can ever be creative without having any encounter with books? One must read other people’s work, see through their experiences and perceptions in order to develop a unique kind of creativity.   My voyage into Poetry began  after reading some worth reading poems of  Sulaiman Ayuba,  Adamu Usman Garko, Sultanatul Jamilat, Mujahid Ameen lilo, Maryam Maynerh Saleh, so also Umar Yogiza Jr.   It was then that  I decided to compose a poem of my own but I was punctured with the blow of criticism! Notwithstanding, I realized  that criticism is a man

Here and There Here isn't safe There is a paradise To whoever it best admire Here is a river There is a snow Falling on my body, I can't move Neither try to escape Like a building In mascow Here is a lover A lover with compassion Yet question my loyalty! I was born with a single heart But so many affection Yet i can't have affection for Deviant heart! Here is the deciever There is an innocent Innocent to decieve Innocent to cheat Yet Here is curious With the action of there What would i do as man Should i wait for here To break my heart And my poor soul? Should i embrace there To be in paradisaic love? Love is so stupid If i can be Manipulate by Here and there ©SAYYUB 31/07/2019 6:15 AM Sulaiman Ayuba is a graduate of BSc. Sociology from Gombe State University, and now a serving Copper in Dutse Local Government Jigawa State. He is also a Student of Masters Degree in Sociology (M.A in Sociology) at Singhania University, Ra