By Rukayya Jibril
I bathe in tears, till the eyes may cease to see.
No glimpse of home from my faded sights.
Save some memories of us in some fairytale land.
The beginning of an end, when the heart may cease to be.
For I count the seconds like counting wealth.
No moon, no stars soaring amidst the flies.
Yet, beyond the clouds, I see only you and me.
Rukayya Jibril is an aspiring young poet living in Kaduna. Her works include “(In)dependence”, “Talking Drums”, “Secure North”, amongst other brilliant poems that highlight her intelligence and creativity.
She is a passionate member of both the Creative Writers’ Club and The Great Annur Chambers at the Faculty of Law, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.
She was the co-founder of Kaduna Writers’ and Poetry Hub. She is passionate about the Law, about writing.
She’s an amateur photographer and she is deemed wise beyond her years.
We read a poem in class, titled “When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be” by John Keats.
The lecturer gave us an assignment to use the title and create our lines, which we submitted. He marked it as our Continuous Assessment test and my poem topped the class.
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