Haidar's Corner

To one hindered to hear; The call of the nightingale... Relate with images melodious to sight Breathtakingly sweet as if a red rose Clarity like as the dong of a bell that's striking twelve To one hindered to see; The moonrise on a clear black night... Explain as a silent whisper when alone Of a lover in her dear one's ear Of ardour and contentment that's still like a sound sleep To one hindered to feel; The cliches of courtship... Tell with comparison to scents Aromatic some, others taking away hunger Like would a sumptuous meal that's bound to make a mouth watery The mind needs not freedom For free it is, unshackled Ready at a moments' notice To make a dreamworld that's a reality. Haidar Wali 201301251738hrs

This time last year we were made 'busy' by the executive proclamation of intended 'diversion' of budgetary funds from Free Public Bonanza (aka Subsidy) to Disappearance act Account (aka Sovereign Wealth Fund). We are still awaiting the 'audited' 'balanced' statement of accounts for the last financial year ended December 31st, 2012. Anyway, I was complaining what happened to t...he Buses that were supposed to subsidize transport after the subsidy regime was scrapped. I later realized what happened: Because the Nigerian people did not allow the full subsidy to be withdrawn, final payment for the buses was still outstanding and thus they couldn't be delivered. Thus Nigerians better allow the full subsidy to be withdrawn if they want their buses. They are already buying fuel at the rate of almost no-subsidy...what's the difference anyway? Well this year, out of the 'largesse' we were greeted with the benevolent...

As the days walk away I count down to the end of eternity For the wait that has weighed down Like a boulder in quicksand Seeming to be lifting As the excitement builds up I pluck the last hairs off a sheep's skin ... For the silence built and mould Like out of uncertainty's bowels Seeming to be fading As 'muse' goads me to pour forth I recite the words 'unsaid' For in the mind's arena Like a gladiator's finest moment Seeming my breath is abating As the moment is nearing I savour the tasty aroma For the heart's beat pumping Like a gushing river Seems to be increasingly racing And then the fall... Oh! the fall into the arms of destiny Waiting to swallow; envelope Like a cave-mouth Seeming expectedly mesmerizing. Haidar Wali 201301031818hrs