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H.A.D.




The 15th of September,
How could I possibly forget that day.
We were all dressed up for the 1st of our big days.
I walked in Late as usual,
Feeling all tensed and laid back at the same time.

 Strangers to each other,
Unfamiliar faces,
But who knew we'd have a bond stronger than elasticity.
My mutumina, my alobam.

 That Fulani boy from K.D.
I see how we shine brightest during the dark times,
We share visions, goals, ideas.
How similar but yet different we want our respective lady to be,
And talk about how great our future will be.
I can only cherish those moments.

 Remember the first time you called me brother,
Outside your house?
"Kai! Kan bu ra ubannan".
It was all I thought about driving home that night.
And I could tell it's true because we had the truth teller,
Just something to hold us.

 I know you gon kill me for this, but,
I think you should really kick something with the girl next door.
She has that awkward feeling and calls you her younger brother,
But you know females,
They'd always look for a way to delve from the truth.
They believe a lie and I think everyone tells one these days.
You need to stop being a man and be the man about her.

 This is the first year of a great brotherhood,
65 more years to come Inshallah.
That Fulani boy,
Dante, mutumina,
Huzaifa Abubakar Dansabo.
H.A.D.

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