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© 2026 NWF Journal · Northern Writers Forum

The voice of my grandmother, Â
Firm and eternal in my mind, Â
Sings mirthfully of a land, Â
As peaceful as the dew-mist of an evening sky. Â
She called it the mother of landsÂ
A cradle of beauty, strong and kind. Â
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In those days, I was a toddler, Â
Lost between dreams and daydreams. Â
Was it a memory, or mere imagination? Â
For in my mind’s eye lay a land, Â
A realm of pride, the Pride of the Sahel, Â
Green and alive, where the soil breathed in abundance. Â
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I saw a united broom, Â
A tapestry of Fulani and Hausa, Â
Badawa and Kanuri, Â
Ngizim and Karai-karai, Â
Dancing to the rhythm of shared heritage. Â
The land of dry savanna, Â
Yet, rich with beauty and grace. Â
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There, River Yobe flowed with ancient whispers, Â
The mighty Komadougou cradled life along its banks. Â
Fishes swarmed like bees, Â
And the desert held its quiet hope, Â
Tulo-Tulo Oases wrapped in palm trees, Â
Caravans tracing the paths of trans-Saharan trade. Â
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But no longer am I a toddler, Â
Nor a soul lost in dreams. Â
I now see Yobe as it truly stands, Â
Its treasures buried beneath neglect, Â
Its skies heavy with an unfulfilled promise. Â
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The gypsum of Fune lies untouched, Â
Trona and limestone of Fika forgotten, Â
Kaolin rests unnoticed in Gulani and Gujba, Â
While potash and bentonite whisper in vain, Â
Calling out from the sands of Geidam, Yunusari, and Machina. Â
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The laughter fades, Â
Replaced by hunger’s echo at every door. Â
The schools stand crippled, Â
The smiles dim, Â
And the spirit of the land, weary. Â
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Yet still, I dream. Â
Yobe, my pride, my home, my hope, Â
You are a phoenix in waiting, Â
Your riches will rise, and our people will bloom. Â
The hands that steal your soil will unite, Â
Turning your dust to gold, Â
Your youth to builders, Â
And your pain to power. Â
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Oh Yobe, the mother of lands, Â
Your tomorrow is a seed, Â
Planted in the hearts of your children. Â
We will rise with you, Â
Breathe life into your
hidden treasures, Â
And cradle your spirit, firm and proud.
Salamatu Bida is an educator and an aspiring writer (poet) with a passion for storytelling that drives social impact. She is a graduate of English and literary studies and also a tutor. Her hobbies include reading, henna art, and organising youth-led conversations.