Sand dunes on my father's tombstone
if i die today
will my head bleed
will i be crippled by a volley of bullets
will two trucks crush me in between them
will a woman poison me
will i fall off the trust towers?
I heard a cockroach scream
a shrill voice
so loud that
the Niger kept silent
If my heart beats
then it beats the drums
of an army crippled by a woman's love
If i belonged to one race
then my skin would've been even...
i am the son of men;
men who conquered and ruled...
men whose names are engraved
on the tombstone of history...
I am impatient
i am like the Niger
that flows from the heart of my fatherland
i am like the wind
that gathers dunes on the Sahara
The thought of my father
brings a subtle burst of nostalgia...
when he came home from work
when he held me in his arms
when i saw him breath his last
when i saw my grandfather shrouding his body with white linen
i have never seen my father's grave
but they say he's dead
they say his last words were ''my children...''
they say he loved my mother so much
and she has remained single since his demise
she dreams of him when she sleeps on their bed
so she spent years sleeping on a couch
Footsteps through my father's heart
through the memories
engraved in my mother's eyes
They say i sit like him
they say i eat like him
they say he is my father
but nobody showed me his tombstone
They told me the path to his grave is bushy and dangerous
but i am his son...
i could risk my life just to kneel by his grave to pray and cry
for Allah's mercy on him...
I stand on the fields my father saw
if i could stand by his grave
and feel the earth that envelops him
then i could be the man he was
I write from the graveyard of my thoughts
there is solitude
there is silence
but there lies life beyond the unseen
By my father's grave
the Quran in my right hand
the quest for jannat is endless
an endless tunnel that stretches so far...
so distant that only faith can bring the needed light...If i could live by my father's grave :'(
