Naimah Abdullahi Sabo was born in Bauchi and raised in Abuja, Nigeria. As a child, she loved reading and writing narrative essays; she eagerly started writing short stories for her classmates in Arrahman International School, Abuja. She proceeded to study education chemistry at Usman Dan Fodio University, Sokoto. She is also a member of the CALF (Caliphate art and literary forum), Sokoto state. Her career in writing poetry began where she amassed a massive online follower with her fascinating works. Her poems collection “evergreen” was selected for WRR 2020 And her novel “Oasis” is massively selling as it's recently released.
Tomorrow
It changed me
And as time goes on, it changed me more
I am not who I used to be before
Nobody understands this girl anymore
I was a girl who watered
Others souls letting myself drain in sunlight
I was like a dew drop,
Rare and beautiful yet so fragile
A twist in my life
Seemed like life was a restaurant and pain is what I ordered
I no longer sit and ponder why the rainbows and butterflies are so colorful
I struggled for peace like I was in a war zone
And sleep skipped me thinking I was an owl
So I took away all the things that make my life a tragedy
and replaced it with poetry
I took my pen and wrote down pain
From how I feel the grave is my home
To how angel of death should please come
Waiting for Tomorrow
I still felt the same so I decided to call it today
But I didn’t stop writing
I kept those words flowing like the waterfalls
And finally when Tomorrow came
I got up and smiled
The pain deep down didn’t stir
Nor the memories that always scare
I no longer feel like I am dead but breathing
I feel alive and existing
Is it too early to say I am healed?
Or I should wait the next day and see?
The next day
I got up, didn’t smile
Yet still felt alive
I checked myself in a mirror and I smiled
My eyes are no longer looking empty
And my face is no longer looking pale
This smile is no longer once in a blue moon
I saw it yesterday and I am seeing it today
Healing has always been within
And Now I can say I am healed.
Your scars
Are beautiful
I do not say this to be pitiful
Your scars are the clouds
You are a sky – what is a sky without its clouds?
Your scars are stripes
You are the zebra – what is a zebra without its strips
What you sometimes think is ugliness
Is uniqueness unappreciated It is not weakness
Your scars are beautiful reminders
That you survived.
Scars