Adamu Danjuma
1 min readDec 16, 2020

𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’…π’‚π’š, 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒓.

i wish i could,
in the midst of disdain,
stand up
& every day,
never give up.

i wish i could,
no matter the life's hurdles,
stay motivated– always–
& drink fresh water with you
by the seashore.

i wish i could lend you a
helping hand on every sunny day
but my hands, they say,
are like disjointed twigs.
see, is my skeleton broken into smaller pieces
of glasses?

i wish i could metamorphose my black body
of silk and silver
into
a microorganism,
and journey
freely, within the land of globins and intestines,
all alone.

i wish i were once an iceberg,
a rose that blossoms,
a shade of baobab tree,
& a slice of bread you've kept
in the innermost part of your dazzling teacup.

i wish you were there to cheer me
up
when the rain has,
first time in history,
fallen unto our not-fertile-farmland.

i wish you knew how to do that damn
thing in a positive way
so as to enable me emulate you
in whatever you're doing.

i wish...
i wish...
to,
one day,
be a doer.

@π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘ 

Adamu Danjuma

Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume EsseulΓ©e, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.