Adamu Danjuma
Jan 25, 2021



I'm the kid who can't hold a pencil and a copybook.
Instead of a pupil, you called me a cook.
Simply because I can't read and write.
All like you, I am capable of assuming my rights.

I'm the young girl who cried out loud
when someone pulled her out and said she can't make her mother proud.

Still I rise.
I refuse to be molested.
I'm fearless than a king
whose entourage is made up of battalions of armed forces.

Don't call me a good-for-nothing
because I decided to follow my ambition.
I might be good at something.
Let me go after my passion.



Adamu Danjuma

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