Letter to Mr. president(Mr. Buhari) The Quranic student.

30 Mar

The broken home of the northern
family. In effortless ceremony, a man
got hitched to his wife and swiftly a
family setting begun. In no time, Allah
bless them with a boy and joy raided
the air. Just as the boy clocks three
years, he is escorted by the father into
the city to learn the Quran. Yes, a three
year old is forcefully pulled away from
his mother to God knows where! The
father returns home to the embrace of
his wife in kulle. Putus -another baby is
on the way as the first one is left
forgotten. The mallam in his wisdom
has been blessed by Allah and using his
economic dexterity, he sends the poor
child into the street to ask for arms. In
the harshest of the street, the 3 years
old boy learns survival instincts. He
battles ruggedly against unexpected
elements. In no time, he becomes a
champion of the street. Unfortunately,
he is cut off from the affinity of family
bonds, he has no relations to share
feelings with as this lad is left for the
street to mould him into her dictates.
He becomes vicious, angry and
paranoid. To subdue his anger against
his mallam, he is told never to question
his conditions as it is Allah’s will for
him. He is told to hate those who don’t
belong to his religion and with
unmitigated fury, he brews in anger
against the people in the society. With
age catching up with him, the street
becomes uninhabitable for him. He
can’t longer beg because no one give
alms to an able bodied man. He resorts
to crime-from picking pockets to petty
stealing and eventually to violent
crimes. He is completely a nuisance to
the society. The lucky ones amongst his
peers are recruited into political
thuggery and others brainwashed into
religious fundamentalism. As the circle
of the almajiri life continues, he is
arrested for any of the crimes above
and made to serve jail terms. After
years in confinement, he comes out
more bitter,frustrated and hopeless.
With no task to do, he takes to selling
water and ridding okada. Again, he
continues his romance with the streets.
Like a walking corpse, he moves around
with fist of furry and stained mind of
hate. He is quick to start a fight because
he has nothing to lose. Because you are
too sophisticated to him, you treat him
with disdain and quick to pour verbal
venom on him. In the blink of an eye,
he draws out his pocket knife and press
it to your fine body. While you writhe in
pains, he flee into the streets because
that is where he belongs. You learn a
lesson never to engage the almajiri in a
fight. Suppressed eventually by age, he
become weak in the hustles of the
streets and resort finally to begging as
curtain of life draws on him. As he
battles to bid farewell to his unfair life,
he look back at the offspring of his groin
-the next almajiris of his legacy.
Tearfully musing.
Mr president almajiris are Quranic student not beggers.

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Posted by on March 30, 2016 in Uncategorized


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