By Solahudeen O. Ridwanullah

Fine things do not fall unripe
Like a mango,
Rather, they sit on their branches, 
Except for some heavy breeze 
Or to a branch clings a boy
Pulling the twigs.
Fine things are what we do
To find the few kernels amidst debris
To be burnt.
They're but being bold to embrace the blaze
When our minds are clothed with
The arms; and their confidant.
How the birches bow and rise again with the summer;
How snails climb their own tree, 
They are fine things, too
How the pot survives the fire; 
And how a tapper fetches the snow-white wine, 
they are fine things, too
And the finest is, 
You don't sit anywhere else, guy!
Up in those lines, you're seated
Go, and grab your seat.

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 level1 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.

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