ALAMAJIRI (STOLEN BOYHOOD)
From a land far away, Here, to you, I have come, No friends and no relatives, I'm groped by the searing sun

 ALAMAJIRI (STOLEN BOYHOOD)

By Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman, Kano, Nigeria

I rise at aurora,

To roam and wander,

Foraging for food and shade,

Predator, in search of a prey

 

A plate is enough,

From the leftovers of supper,

Else I’d ransack your dustbins,

For the remnants of yesterday

 

When the rains come,

I’d have nowhere to go,

I’m a hopeless low born,

A seed which does not grow

When my tears drip,

I may need your sorry not,

For some crumbs would be fine,

Or some of your tasty groundnuts

From a land far away,

Here, to you, I have come,

No friends and no relatives,

I’m groped by the searing sun

Away from loved ones,

And from where I was born,

To seek some good knowledge,

I never planned to take this form

I am an Almajiri,

I live like a fugitive,

A boy with no dreams,

Unkempt and so unclean

I’m clothed in rags,

I’m bare-footed and sad,

I’m a victim of this society,

No one stops to hear my cry

I am an Almajiri,

I’m a stolen boyhood,

I’m a friend of hunger,

The agony of a lost brother.

©Shehu Mubarak Sulaiman

 

 

 

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