Suspended in moments,
Are clues we missed,
In the struggle to pay our dues
Hoping to receive life’s bliss.
I stopped to take a deep breath,
In ambush for the signs from within
Resting on this golden crossroad
I reach deep inward
To draw strength.
It’s not a choice at my call
To the will of my learning, write
My present past, my future defined
I keep a date with fate
In the maze of time
My shoulder, burdened with painful gain,
And the nostalgia of memories overdrawn.
The chorus of my wishful songs
Reach the heavens
To make rain from my gains
Watering my plants of hope
This hope, a wakeful dream.
The skill of letting go of the past
I possess not
A perfection of my frailty
For strong is the string
That binds the cord of my holding on
Bearing my zeal to journey on
To a future unknown, but eminent.
This priceless golden trek
Surely needs the courage to proceed
To synth my thoughts,
A seat for my aesthesia
So, I take a deep breath.
Aisha Umar Muhammad
Aisha Umar Muhammad holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in English and a Master of Arts, Literature in English from the Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto, Nigeria. She holds a Masters in Creative Writing from the Cardiff Metropolitan University, United kingdom. She teaches African & Gender Literature, Ecocriticism, and Creative Writing. She is the immediate past business Editor of the Kebbi Journal of Languages and Literature, Federal University Birnin Kebbi. The Secretary, Literary Scholars Association (LSA), A poet, novelist, motivational speaker, and a seasoned lecturer, Aisha’s scholarly articles and creative works are published in both national and International journals. She is the author of ‘Yar Fari, a novel.
