By Solahudeen Ridwanullah O.
Dear moon, Hear, this silent echo is my budget Anytime you wish to break into those strange homes Through any shattered wall Like a thief in the night Take me along Let me be your light That I may rob the night of its darkness For the chicks who'd want to play before you Dear sun, Hear, this silent echo is my budget When next you want to reach out to the soil I'd love to be your heat To turn their foes into vapour That'd go up in the space And vanish like the historic Lálá Who went up to battle God Dear Jubril, Feather me from your feathers I really want to go volant like you To liberate the Ibrahim(s) on earth From the bayonet of human tribulation Dear Israfil, Share me your trumpet I'd return it before the last hour I need to blow life into bones That when they rose Only then, My chest could puff out with pride Like I've swallowed up the Strathclyde God, see See trials as they're rooted on the earth Like rows of corn Entwined behind their pod God, Unto Ye lies my fate Let Thy fate obey
Writing evolves from thought, and so, a thinker was born in that land of virtue, Osun state, Nigeria. Ridwanullah is a lover of God and His creatures, including nature. Thusly, this preoccupated most, if not all of his works. He is a Level 1 Law student of Bayero University, Kano, Kano state. He was the winner of MSSN 2019 Best Essayist Award. He won Barr Mahmud Kola Adesina SAN AMIS Osun state Best Essayist Award in 2020. His works—Tornado Years and Without Despair earned him first place in the Stars prize, 2020. He was 2nd Essayist of the Year 2019 at Brain Builders International. His works are up, and coming on Spillwordsmag, Almirath Magazine, the shallowtales review, Feeds lit, inter alia.