My tail tagged my tale
Till to the foreground
I find a voice to yell.
Now, the lost is found.

I tagged along the voices of deception
That led me to the brink of destruction.
Coarse salt filled my eyes
My heart’s filled with ice.

Trailing behind sugarcoated lips
That made truth despicable fibs.
With me, starry eyed,
I was taken for a ride.

Now that I have seen the light
I will never give darkness a chance.
Those lies like kiln, must blight
And must sure feel my angry fangs

©️ William Warigon™️
Pix: Shutterstock



From the warmth of your womb, my first abode
To the tenderness of your supple hands,
Through the echoes of your melodious lullabies
That conjured my soul to infant sleep,
Like a bud in the morning bloom, I grew.

How can I ever forget this selfless sacrifice?
For like a giant baobab,
You spread your boughs across the open heavens,
Taking the freezing rains and absorbing the scourging sun rays
While I grew under your cool bower.

Strong, brave and courageous,
Like an eagle that hovers over her nestlings;
And like a lioness that fights to protect her cubs
Always ready to give your life for your kids.

When sickness like terror comes to claim my life
Your blood, your all you give to make me whole.
When hunger like a stubborn wizard lashed my bowl,
Like a brooder, you scratched the earth
To fill my soul.

Oh, how I cherish your correctional scolding
And your occasional spanks when I stray
For they mould my very being
And guide my every step.

Now, to your glory,
Let my eulogy flow
Let this pen bleed lines of praise,
Let these lips pour forth worthy panegyrics
And in my bosom let my paean forever ring

To your resilience and courage,
Let my encomiums rain
And let the fruits of your labour be gathered to you.
For you to drink the milk of your calves
And lick the honey of your beehive.

©️From Purity Onyam
26th October 2021.



You are a treasure trove of wisdom
My dear grey haired hound.
You’ve seen rise of many a Kingdom
You’ve seen many go down.

Bring that your rugged cup
I’ll drink from it without any fuss.
Its contents will lift me up.
I pray to prey on your grey truss.

I know you landed on furrows of hurricanes
And battled the ferocity of the wild sea
With your bare hands. You’d crushed banes
And ate uncooked thunder and banshee.

Your fellow travelers have since kissed the dust
And have become shriveled goodbye.
Anguished noise and warted silence may burst,
But by all that’s iconic, you still fly high.

If I could wear your shoes for a marathon,
I shall wear privilege like a leather belt.
To time, you are have been irritating thorn.
Upon me, I pray, let your wisdom pelt…

©️ William Warigon™️

📸Pic: Abu Abstar Ishaku

Think Before You Say ‘Yes’ or ‘No’… By Audu Ufedo Joseph

Think Before You Say Yes or No.

There is no substitute in marrying in God’s will and time. The tragedy is that most people want their own will to prevail against God’s Will.

Most persons are vulnerable when it comes to the issue of marriage, maybe because they think that time is no longer on their side or the economic status of the person asking their hands in marriage.

Thinking before you say yes, the society that we are in today is characterized with all forms of crisis; I can categorically tell you that the foundation of such crisis is from the home.

If there is peace in the home, there will be peace in society and the world at large.

The decision of marriage is not easily revocable so we ought to take caution in the matter related to marriage.

Take cognisance of the following facts before you say yes.
= Try to know the background of the person asking you out. Is he from a polygamous family or not.
= Are his parents still together or divorced.
= what is the religion of his parents; what do they strongly believe in as their saviour.
= What is their present problem and what are they doing about it.
= What is the occupation of the person asking you out?
= Is he in his right sense?
= How is he taking care of himself, is he sure he can add another responsibility to his own.
= Is he still dependent on his parents for decision making?
= Why do he think that he wants to marry now?
= What is his maturity level? How much do he earn?

The above are the basic questions you need to ask him, you must do this intelligently, else, you may push him away because most men hate such questions…

You that is asking, what is your vision in life? How do you think you can help him and your children fulfill destiny…

If you have no role to play in his life, please, allow someone else to do that….

We must not marry anybody that comes our ways… We are meant to deposit a good mark in someone’s life.😴

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©Audu Ufedo Joseph




*There is the URGENT need for a FORENSIC AUDIT of all RUGAS in and around Abuja FCT to smoke out the criminal bandits and confiscate the thousands of AK-47 hidden in these RUGAS•

Abuja has now been effectively sandwiched by bandits operating in the 4 states around the federal capital territory (FCT) – Niger state to the West, Kogi to the South, Kaduna to the North and Nassarawa to the East. There is very little doubt that the next theatre of attack and main target is Abuja FCT.
The bandits are now well domesticated around Abuja FCT through illegal Rugas and settlements deep in the forests close to the federal capital territory (FCT)
As a matter of fact, quite a few of the rugas around Kuje, Lugbe and close to the Nnamdi Azikiwe international airport are allegedly being used by bandits to store weapons. No one can really fault the assertion that Abuja FCT has now been surrounded by Fulani bandits from the 4 angles through the border states of Nassarawa, Kaduna, Niger and Kogi.
These criminal bandits hide guns, ammunition and other dangerous weapons in Ruga settlements around Abuja which they use for their kidnapping activities. The urgent need arises for the military, DSS and the police to conduct a thorough forensic audit of ALL Fulani Rugas around Abuja to smoke out these criminals and confiscate the large number of AK-47 and other weapons they hid in these Ruga make-shift, shanty, thatched-roof huts.
It is estimated that there are hundreds of AK-47 guns hidden in the Ruga shanty settlements around Abuja FCT.
Because of the relatively tighter security in the FCT, the bandits don’t move openly with guns as they do in Zamfara and other states. Also, the bandits don’t settle within the FCT because the likelihood of them being caught is very high. The option for them is to use existing Rugas in and around Abuja FCT as a camouflage.
The bandits’ modus operandi is to pick up an AK-47 from the Ruga, sneak into Abuja or it’s environs particularly Jabi airport road, Kuje, kubwa, Gwagwalada, Zuba/Suleja, Kwaita/Kwali, Bwari, Tungan Maje and kidnap innocent victims, then run back and keep the victims in the mountains and forests around the FCT. Hardly do these criminals keep captives in Rugas. They keep guns in Rugas but keep captives in the forests around the FCT.

A highly vulnerable part of Abuja is Gwarinpa with its mix of a cosmopolitan and semi-urban nature. Gwarinpa is sandwiched between the FCT and Kubwa/Dei Dei/Zuba axis to the west which makes it a perfect beehive for bandits to settle in and aim attacks at Abuja FCT.
The push by our gallant military against the bandits from Zamfara has forced the bandits on a free flow all over Nigeria. Part of the options for the bandits while moving out of Zamfara is Abuja which these criminals regards as ‘the final destination. Although, for a very long time, even before the Zamfara military onslaught, the bandits have been strategising for Abuja -and the reason for this cannot be far-fetched. The bandits feel there is enough money in Abuja for them to pursue.

These bandits have actually established a solid presence around Abuja for a very long time in the forests and in most of the Rugas around some parts of the FCT. It is fair to say that the military onslaught against these bandits particularly in Zamfara state has pushed them to pour enmasse into Abuja and the surrounding states of Nassarawa, Kogi and parts of Kaduna.
Niger state has been a hot bed of banditry for many years as the criminals connect into Niger state through the dreaded kamuku/Kuyambana forest in Birnin Gwari, Kaduna state. This notorious forest serves as a feeder-route into Niger, Kogi and other surrounding states as it receives a supply of criminals from Zamfara, Katsina states and the Niger republic.

A major source of worry is the ongoing alliance of convenience between the bandits and Boko haram. There is no doubting the fact that Boko haram has established bases around the fringes of Abuja and any alliance between Boko haram and Fulani bandits (and possibly Ansaru) could potentially make Abuja inhabitable and by extension, render Nigeria either fairly governable or extremely intractable.
In nearby Niger state, Boko haram is currently in control of 8 wards out of a total of 25 wards (1/3) of Shiroro local government area, as confirmed by the Niger state Governor Abubakar Sani Bello.

The scenario looks even more disturbing when juxtaposed with the fact that Shiroro local government area shares borders with Abuja FCT and is just 140 km away. A lot of the criminals that are holding Shiroro local government area hostage are actually Boko haram not Fulani bandits. To prove it is in charge, Boko haram recently announced that it had introduced a policy in all communities under its control in Niger state which requires 12 year old girls to get married.

It is also a fact that the notorious bandit leader Dogo Gide is operating on the fringes of the Kuyambana forest in Birnin Gwari which shares border with Niger state. Boko haram operating in Shiroro and the Fulani bandits operating on the fringes of Kuyambana forest brings the two criminal gangs closer to a full blown operational joint venture. Also recall that bandit Dogo Gide has pretentiously embraced a religious ideology as he is heard calling himself ‘Abu-Abdullah: the Arabic translation for ‘father of Abdullah’

The operational closeness of Boko haram and Fulani bandits is not only in Niger state but Nassarawa as well. The Nassarawa state Governor Abdullahi Sule has in January 2021 confirmed that Boko haram are now domiciled on the border between Nassarawa and Abuja FCT. Those elements of Boko haram who didn’t surrender to ISWAP are being pushed out of the North East and the most likely location for them to run to will be the North West/North Central axis which is also gradually turning into another Afghanistan.

Apart from Boko haram, there is also the dreaded Darussalam sect and Ansaru all in Nassarawa state. Ansaru operates between Nassarawa and Kogi states.

In a video that went viral early this year, an arrested Fulani kidnapper operating on the border between Nassarawa and Kogi states, confessed that his gang’s operational base shares a border with Boko haram. The notorious kidnapper in the video under reference also admitted that his gang has a joint venture with Boko haram for a mutual exchange of captives at a price. He further stated that whenever a ransom negotiation fails with the bandits, they sell the captives to Boko haram where they (the captives) are thought to be at the ‘point of no return’
By and large, the security agencies cannot afford to allow the deteriorating security situation in and around the FCT to degenerate. Our gallant military, the police and other security agencies are doing a lot to stop the march of the bandits into Abuja FCT but more needs to be done. Albeit the military has last week, debunked the claim that bandits have effectively surrounded Abuja FCT, the issue is more about being proactive rather than in a state of denial.


W O R D R I U MIt’s time to relive our sunburnt interest
In poring over poured imagination
And rich knowledge found in books.
The wordrium is an enclave
That’s cluttered with wisdom
From parchments and books.
Centuries old knowledge,
Pristinely made into historical treasure…
But they lay waste!
Social media, telephone and television
Have seduced
And reduced us Into internet junkies
Feeding fat on trends
Nictating our brains.
Too hasty, we have trampled upon the
Red blood of rich readership.
Upon its grave’s mud our feet are stuck.
Let’s give vent to the wordrium
And unravel the hidden truths
That are the panaceas to the common cold That had introduced inhumanity
Into our humane communal entity.
Make ink a king and the quill a queen.
“God save the quill”…©️William Warigon™️
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The pen is power,
A robber,
A saver,
A saint and lover…
It has no conscience of its own.
It’s the seed that must be sown.
It gives rest to the restless sky.
It sings with love ink till you cry.
It bestows the spirit of wilder wanderlust
It is a veritable breeding ground in your crust.
The pen is the potent tonic,
Unclading a thought’s tunic.
It dims when it dims,
And shines when it deems.
In order not to accept the foretaste of disaster,
I cling to my pen to find healing hidden answer.

©️ William Warigon™️
📸 JayJay

A D I E U By Yanita Ismail


I know I miss you
I don’t wanna tell you
My heart denies but I do

We used to talk the whole night
Sharing stories that ended little fights
Got romantic pain giving a fright

I know I was so selfish
I shouldn’t be hellish
As ,I have already demised
For your blurry promise

I thought I would meet you
And our journey never ended
But this should be our adieus
Why this pain feels shredded


THE SUNSHINE By Madhu Gangopadhyay

The Sunshine!

Blocked mind
Arid, drought!
Ideas elope,
Creativity aborted!
Hopelessness strides!

Noises galore arise
Raging madness within
A poet bereft of ideas,
Despair envelopes,
All metaphors
Trapped in scallops!

Not a word emanate
The quill refuses
To bleed!
No imageries spill!
A traveller in Sahara
Unquenched thirst!
A lost sailor,
In the raging sea
Battling the tempest,
Forlorn, sea sick
As can be!

So lonely in a crowd
Beauty draped in shroud!
Luster lost
Scintillating view
The moon seems
On perpetual hiatus
Sunshine invaded
Fog betwixt!

The applique sky
Shall usher clear
Sunrays scattering
The valley of mind
The cloud and fog
Shall dissolve
Words wud brith,
Fresh verse
Shall rhythm find!


THE KNOW-IT-ALL By Nadine Jessel


People that are know-it-alls are simply stuck in a pattern and may actually have feelings of low self worth.

Most of us have encountered a person in our lives who can accurately be referred to as a know-it-all. This person seems to know everything about anything that gets brought up and tends to dominate the conversation. They don’t take well to being questioned, and they have a hard time ever admitting that they were wrong.

Being around a know-it-all is inevitably tiring because there is no shared energy between the two of you.

Rather, you become an audience member to this person’s need to be the center of attention.

Attention and respect are probably the two things this person most longs for, and at some point in their lives, they learned that knowing it all was the way to get those needs met.

Over time, they have become stuck in this pattern, regardless of the fact that it is no longer working. They may feel afraid of the experience of listening, being receptive, or learning something new, because it’s so unfamiliar.

On the one hand, when we see the childlike need underneath the know-it-all’s mask of aggression and arrogance, we may be feeling drained and tempted to avoid this person altogether. ~NJ~

Nadine Jessel,
~Writer of inspirational &
emotional intelligence topics
~Romance poet
~Activist/writer, against racism
and pro human rights
~Activist/writer, against
narcissistic abuse

Copyright ©, 2021, all rights reserved
From My Heart ~ To Your Soul ®
(Facebook poetry page)

TAKE HEED By Safwan Suhaib Ibrahim

Look here, the wind is pouring mist!
Take heed, do you hear the bud morn
Singing in low tune? Bring out your
Lantern, O beloved, for your joy hides
Inside this darkness, pursue it, kiss it.
Put out the fire that dowses pain in
Your belly, devour the suffering, taste it.
Listen carefully to the sound in your
Body before it becomes wild and bitter,
Gather that echo and kindle it with hope –
A secret dripping from the heart that
Gives rise to heaven and earth -,
And ask your Lord for a whip of strength
To subdue this pain. Of course He hears!




Do the green grasses
fade and dry
When dew evaporates
back to sky?
Do the bubbly rivers
mourn the fish
That wander into net
and vanish?
Swaying trees, do they
halt in grief
Over the falling of a
golden leaf?
Nay, the dance goes on
and the flow;
Sun smiles, thunders clap
Winds sing on as they blow!

©® Umar YB, Pearls in a Shell, Pg 20.