A cold dusty morning
The North East trade wind blowing violently
Bringing its harvest from the harsh Sahara desert
Floatable objects gliding with different bearing
Trees waving in this chaotic scenery
Automobiles moving swiftly across the Clayey soil
Kids running to Makaranta to avoid the impending thunderstorm
A skinny figure perched on a boulder
Brownish unkempt hair
Dry lips littered with conspicous blisters
Rough parched skin telling your years of residency on the streets
Oblivious to nature's warning signals
Existence fixed on the Makaranta kids
Tear drops forming a white sea in your eyes
Miserable macrocosm
Seeking transcendental intervention
Yousoufa!
A comrade beckoned
Trudging slowly to escape the floodgates from heaven
A second glance at the Makanranta kids
Salty liquid streaming down over your face
Wondering in an alternate galaxy
A celebrated scholar you are
An angelic smile
Saadi tapped your shoulder
Smile vanished into nothingness
Cruel reality
An unjust cosmos
Makaranta:-School in Hausa language.