KanoOnline Online Forum

I kept clicking in search of a fucntional Kano online forum since my last appearance here in 2007 under the name MEMZYCOOL!
Awwh! i remeber this forum with such nostalgia, very interesting and educating,
I will advice the admin to please maintain the tempo and never let our beloved forum slip into the chaos of contemporary social media frenzy!
Kano online was here long before the lot evem had of facebook, twitter or whatsapp!
Please do maintain the closely nit cycle of brotherhood, maturity and education as it were!
Godbless you all

Friday, October 16, 2009
The light
It all started as a wakeup call,
a call to mankind and jinn,
a favor lowered down to earth,
through hard and good times it poured along,
adding meaning and value to everyday life

it cleansed old barbaric Arab tribes,
full of tribal and ethnic feud they were,
its soothing influence spread like daylight,
as far east to China and west to Rome,
it reconciled man with the almighty god,
in a manner only befitting a divine call,
it reconciled man with the al-alamin,
a task in which all hope was lost,

some say it was tales of the ancients,
some say it is mere poetry,
some believe it prose,

lost they are all in a perpetual cross,
its rhymes and lyrics too unique to be classified as such,
the greatest poets and orators attempted to put forth,
the likes of it they never could,

the contemporary secular world has come to terms,
it is the most unique book that ever was,
light upon light is what it brings,
opening hearts that never were,

thus, mankind and jinn has never seen,
a light so bright the noble one,
the Qur’an, which is light and guidance.

Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, wrote in from Kano state Nigeria.

Sunday, November 22, 2009
POWER
When power is abused in excess,
when the rulers hip shy’s away,
pretending not to hear the cry,
when the ruled complain in anguish,
when the society frowns at it,
when the good advisers refrain,
when opposition becomes taboo,
when the imam says “a daidata sahu”,
when no one says the same to the imam,
then, prejudice overshadows the king,
pride and arrogance rules the king,
seeing no fences and feeling no bounds,
there seems to be no limits at all,
self admiration and self worship ensues,
in a manner only befitting a dictatorship,
history has it in store that,
all tyrannical leaders since Moses,
they ended up self destroying,
ironically, history goes in cycles,
power abused in excess,
power seized by fraud,
comes haunting its culprit,
until it leads to self annihilation,
a word is enough for the wise,
a word of advice for future leaders,
do not seize and abuse power.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, neo pan africanist. You can reach him at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com

Tuesday, February 16, 2010
MOTHER
Blessed is the womb that bore the being,
Blessed is your smile that brightens my day,
Blessed is the burden that took you nine months to bear,
Blessed is your effort through my growing and trying days,

Those days I felt I knew all that life was about,
Those days you tried to caution me and I shun,
Those times I protested and detested as you warn,
Those times I was peer driven and adrenalin influenced,

Sometimes you cried in silence for a reckless youth,
Sometimes you prayed and waited, patience and faith you held onto,
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder, when I will ever be stable,

When I played and fell you washed my wounds,
When I fell sick and weak you were always by my side,
When my grades fall you told me I could do better,
When you said all I should do is believe and be determined, I knew my dreams would come through one day,

You gave me a shoulder to cry on and a push when I was afraid,
You stood by me in my times of trial and seemingly endless tribulations,
You believed in me when the world lost faith in me,
You always helped me see the bright side of my problems,
You are the star that brightens a dark night,
You are the silver lining behind my darkest tunnel,
You fed my tender mouth as a toddler and you support me until I could learn to walk on my feet,

If only I knew what I know today,
If only I could turn back the hands of time momma,
If only I could wipe your tears away, all those times I caused you pain,
If only I could give the whole world to see you smile,
If only I had listened to you then, mother, I am lost without you,

Today I look back at it all and I say to myself, “what if”?
Today, the whole world is not enough exchange for a minute without you,
All I want to say to you mother is “there are no words or wealth that can pay you back,
All I need to say to momma is, “my intent is to show you that I understand,
All I want to say to you mother is “you are appreciated”.

This poem is dedicated to my dear mother.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com