Almajiri
Almajiri The death of her cry gave life to the child: Twas a male - a culprit of life. If he was to be the opposite, Alhaji would give his sweat and sights, To cite her as reference to wealth and care. But he's a male: Rough skinned, pale lips with hard scale. And Alhaji threw him into the street, To commune with dusts, dirt: his eternal seat. Decades with voluptuous lips spoke, Shekaoh in alms-begging did grow. Then, Tambuwal: A noble sheriff, Organized a cunny-stuffed speech, To disorganize the orientation, Of those youth without defined vision. He'd said: "I shall give to whom is willing, A million for a bold step: Any one who shall gird himself in this balls, Shall score sundry goals and win 7 virgins" And that was Shekaoh's dilemma: 'Bomb a group of people and Win a million for family and voluptuous virgins, Or continue in this act and die bedridden. If to soothe Allah I'll do. Tambuwal, I shall blow the group " And Sh...