Dear Freshmen!

I see you in the space of eagerness
In the field of a new version of scenario
To and fro unfamiliar chores
In the circle of new life
While you might feel the fear
Of the unknown

Dear Freshmen!
You may want to sigh so deeply
To mingle with new being, having
A lonely deep thinking
Oh!
Life is tough!
Life is sweet!

Dear Freshmen!
This new world is weird but worth
Commendable and yearning for
No need for hey! You!
Go, come, sit, this and that
But beware!

Dear Freshmen,

I see you in the space of eagerness
In the field of a new version of scenario
To and fro unfamiliar chores
In the circle of new life
While you might feel the fear
Of the unknown

Dear Freshmen!
You may want to sigh so deeply
To mingle with new being, having
A lonely deep thinking
Oh!
Life is tough!
Life is sweet!

Dear Freshmen!
This new world is weird but worth
Commendable and yearning for
No need for hey! You!
Go, come, sit, this and that
But beware!

My mum called me all alone in the secret of darkness when almost all the creatures were dead. The moment distraction flies away for only me to stay awake. She said, "My daughter!"

Then fear grew in me because this was strange. Nabilah!

A man, Mr Yusuf by name, is perambulating at the exit door of a Mosque, obviously he's looking for something.

Yusuf : (On top of his voice) Imam! Imam!! Please, come here o!

Imam : (All away from the Mosque) I'm on my way. Hope no problem.

Indeed, I am putting my best

When I thought I have seen it all

And

When I feel I have known it all

my teachers didn't teach me
many things
my teachers didn't teach me
the African ways
of breaking the storm on my body,
or pushing back the waves from
washing away my dreams

my teachers didn't teach me
the African ways of diving into water

Laugh at me, little child,

Laugh,

At my bowed head

At the gathering of merry,

At my cracked lips devoid

Of words that drip like honey

But only leak sour drops of truth.