U tkanju mog postojanja, nalazi se
bogata kultura koja um mi hrani.
Iz zemlje mojih predaka, tako očigledno,
moj identitet blista, neiskazan, sjajni.

Moja kultura, institucija što nosi
tradicije koje ne mogu poreći.
Od sjajnih festivala koji zavrte mi dušu,
do drevnih praksi koje me čine nepodijeljenim.

U taktu našeg tradicionalnog plesa,
preplavljen sam vječnim transom.
Bubnjevi, poput snažnog otkucaja srca,
odjekuju pred ponosnim promatračima dušom.

Kroz ukusne obroke naše kuhinje,
osjećam esenciju značenja porijekla.
Od mirisnih začina koje mi čita jezik,
do recepata koji se prenose od djetinjstva.

Jezik, put je koji nas sve povezuje,
kroz svaku se riječ priča odražava.
Pucaju emocije, priče neispričane,
moj identitet, u svojoj se klauzuli čuva.

Priča o herojima i legendama ponosa,
blago puno mudrosti, željno da se izgovori.
Kroz mitove i legende koje smo imali,
moja kultura, izvan mašte, tajnama žubori.

Odjeća je ukrašena simbolima,
nosimo svoje nasljeđe tako dostojanstveno, božanski.
Svaki komad tkani sa starim pričama,
ušiven simbolima samopouzdanja i hrabrosti.

Kultura i identitet, zauvijek su zagrljeni,
tapiserija raznih boja, istorija dobro čuvana.
Prihvatanje korijena, uživanje u prošlosti,
putovanje me oblikuje i priprema
da se suočim sa svijetom okićen ukrasima.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
…………………………………………..

In the drapery of my existence, there exists
A rich culture that foster my mind.
From the land of my ancestors, so apparent,
My identity glows, radiant and untold.

My culture, an institution that
Carries traditions that I can’t deny.
From dazzling festivals that turn my soul,
To ancient practice that help me stay undivided.

In the tune of our traditional dance,
I feel overwhelmed to an everlasting trance.
The beats of the drums, like a heartbeat strong,
Echoing the spirits of proud beholders.

Through the taste of our savory cuisine,
I smell the essence of what my background mean.
From fragrant spices that read on my tongue,
To recipes passed through since we were young.

Language, the route that connects us all,
In every word, a story begins to sustain.
Cracking emotions, stories untold,
My identity, in its clausula, is behold.

The story of heroes and legends of pride,
A treasure full of wisdom, craving to be told.
Through the myths and legends that we had,
My culture whispers secrets, beyond imagination.

Attires adorned with signs and symbols,
We wear our heritage so dignified, divine.
Each piece woven with stories of old,
Stitched with symbols of brave and confidence.

My culture, my identity, forever harnessed,
A tapestry of colors, history well cherished.
Embracing my roots, enjoying the past,
A journey that shapes and prepares me
To face the world highly adorned

Abubakar Abdullahi Yusuf (Popularly known as Abu Ammar) was born in a family where education in it’s entirety, is less rooted or has not been graciously appreciated, to the glory of God almighty, he got enrolled in Public Schools for his Primary, Secondary and Tertiary Education.

Ever since his childhood, his dream was to see him imparting on others educationally, so Abu Ammar grows up as a classroom teacher, he teaches Civic Education and Hausa Language.

As a graduate of Religious studies, Abu Ammar was able to swim in to the area of Literature and has done well throughout his journey in the area. His journey into Literature started in 2021 with a participation in Prose Competition where he emerged winner at the level of Northeastern States of Nigeria.

To his credit, are number of awards for Poetry and Prose from Global Poetry Forum, All Poets Network International and the famous Association of the Nigeria Authors.

After realizing the beauty of literature, he went ahead and established a literary organisation called Ngazargamu Literary Club basing in Damaturu, the state capital of Yobe.

To his credit, is a manuscript titled “the soul Journey ”.

Intolerance and Lack of proper justice dispensation.

In Nigeria, our main problem of peace is either religious conflict or agitation for one or another issue that has relevant with justice dispensation from the leaders.

To me, the very possible way to preserve peace with Poetry is by establishing as much as many clubs and hubs that will bring in citizens into the mainland of Arts and Creativity.

Like I said above, we’ve succeeded in establishing our own club which is now serving as umbrella for all and sundry irrespective of religion, gender or race for one to express himself and have the therapy that’s in literature.

YES

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar se ne bih isticala
među tronom
generacije, sjajna i hrabra,
ponosna što sam div
Afrike?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar ne bih trebala samopouzdano
govoriti o raznovrsnim jezicima
i divnim kulturama?

Šta ako sam Nigerijka?
Zar nisam ta da spremno potonem
u mudrost istorije
naših predaka koji su
se marljivo znali boriti
za slobodu našeg kraljevstva?

Da! Ja sam ta Nigerijka
koja je blagoslovena
krilima super orla,
što nosi oklop pravde
Ja sam ta vizionarska Nigerijka
koja simbolizuje jedinstvo
i zrači vjerom,
mirom i napretkom.

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
…………………………………………..
Name : Abbah Justina
Country : Nigeria

Topic :What if I am a Nigerian?

What if I am a Nigerian
Would I not stand out
Among the throne of
my peer, bright and bold,
Proud that I am a giant
of Africa?

What if I am a Nigerian
Should I not confidently
Speak our diverse languages
And it’s wonderful cultures?

What if I am a Nigerian
Am I not to willingly sink
Into the wisdom of history
Of our forefathers who
Diligently fought for the
Freedom of our kingdom?

Yes! I am that Nigerian
Who is blessed with
The wings of super Eagle ,
Bearing armour of justice
I am that visionary Nigerian
Who symbolises unity
And radiates faith
,peace and progress.

19/10/2023

Sometimes I like quite time alone, I love writing, reciting pones, I love singing and I also like traveling too. Currently searching for a job. I see myself as a Rose

Corruption
—————–

In the city
Where the
stars are
not allowed
to shine,
All there is
darkness.

In a sphere
Where the
Warmth from
the golden sun
Is snatched,
All that’s left
is stone cold.

In the land
Where the
moon is not
watchful,
Everything
becomes
insecure.

In a nation
Where leaders
have sold their
sympathies,
Followers will
Rise and stand
For themselves
On forceful ground.

Reformation is the
song of today
Humming bring back
the justice of yesterday
To safeguard our tomorrow.

Love for humanity
Will heal the society
And rebuild her integrity.

@justina

Co-authorhttps://static1.squarespace.com/static/5f91fef8b0d4490021b637f5/t/64245091dddca67603557000/1680101521961/Edited+work+of+Speaking+Truth+to+power+anthology.pdf

Co- https://www.amazon.com/Fables-poems-Favole-poesie-Italian/dp/3753125423/ref=mp_s_a_1_12?dchild=1&keywords=marco+marengo&qid=1608306116&sr=8-12

Co- author of Hera The Light of Women
http://www.heracity.org/

YES