Author: Solahudeen Ridwanullah O.
Poetry
THIS FRIEND
This friend is a worm
He feeds on hosts
Made of woven lines
This friend is a sun
He indiscriminately shines
On every seed
Buried under the shallow earth
This friend is Rome
It took many labourers
Many blood-draining-days to build
This friend is a world
He stomached many nations
A father of many languages
And many colours
This friend is bigger
Than I can paint in letters
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COVID-19 OUTBREAK AND THE TRANSPORTATION INDUSTRY: EFFECTS, CHALLLENGES AND PROSPECTS by SOLAHUDEEN RIDWANULLAH O.
It is among the tests of leadership, the ability to recognize a problem before it changes to an emergency as nonchalance and procrastination complicate qualms.The youth on daily basis never waver to voice out on the social media and other platforms, the need to facilitate advancement in every sectors of our livelihood. Prior to the outbreak of this pandemic, some perspicacious and patriotic Nigerian leaders and the erudites among citizens have claimed to be eagles, been keen eyed enough to forsee tribulations abounding from, then, unknown sources to strike the country. Thus, a proactive measure rather than astute decisions was sought for. Who knows where the curse would hail from? Who, by then, knows how catastrophic and disastrous it could be? Truth must not be cocooned, for Nigeria, prevention is better than cure, like all other underdeveloped or developing states. This is because, since the inception of this triggering and fear inciting pandemic,...
EATERS OF DUST
Earlier like a bird
I rose up from my nest
This morning
Just like decades ago, yesterday, so be today,
but tomorrow,
Perhaps, might changed.
Don't bother lighting the candle
We're the eaters of dust you used to know
Our life is the pairs of tattered jeans,
Smoked engines, dumped outputs
From the outlaw's land
Tour around our streets
Our road is the back of the tortoise
Said to have fallen and crashed from the towering sky
In the aged book of fiction
Where ambush lies every peaceful second.
Do I need to tell
Who the healthy ones are?
Since fresh blood runs in their vein
A bank of refined H2O in their bugging pot bellies
But cholera rumbles our own tummy.
Since the world is made of streets and oceans
The butterflies among us
Do fly to other streets
The swimmers crawl through t...