LITERATORS' CORNER

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, …                             —‘The road not taken’ by Robert Frost Just about 20 years ago, I was a herder who reared camels in the country side with my family there, but my father decided to send me to the city of Hargeisa to kickstart my journey as an Islamic Scholar to study Quraan, and fundamental Sharia courses like Hadith, Fiqi, Sirah, and Aqeedah, and then I would move to higher level of Islamic Studies like taking courses abroad. At first, I was unhappy that I had to leave my home to another city entirely where I shall most likely feel forlorn. However, I also realized my father wanted what he believed was best for me. So, I embraced the challenge reluctantly. All thanks to my father, arrangements had already be...

"Vanity" by Birago Diop: A Raditical Analysis by Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy Vanity If we tell, gently, gently All that we shall one day have to tell, Who then will hear our voices without laughter, Sad complaining voices of beggars Who indeed will hear them without laughter? If we cry roughly of our torments Ever increasing from the start of things, What eyes will watch our large mouths Shaped by the laughter of big children What eyes will watch our large mouths? What heart will listen to our clamouring? What ear to our pitiful anger Which grows in us like a tumour In the black depth of our plaintive throats? When our Dead come with their Dead When they have spoken to us with their clumsy voices; Just as our ears were deaf To their cries, to their wild appeals Just as our ears were deaf To their cries, to their wild appeals Just as our ears were deaf They have left on the earth their cries, In the air, on the water, wh...