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POEMS FROM THE CLASS OF M.M. YUSIF ON M.M. YUSIF BY STUDENTS OF M.M. YUSIF
















2006/2007 – 2007/2008





POEMS FROM THE CLASS OF MILITARY AND POLITICS OF M.M. YUSIF

Introduction
It will be clear to a discerning reader that this collection of poems must have emerged out of our efforts as students and the teacher of Military and Politics, in the Department of Political Science, Bayero University, Kano – Nigeria.

This modest effort of young learners not from Department of English and European Languages, but of Political Science, reveals something worthy of recognition and investigation in teaching and learning of Military and Politics by the students.

The voices here represent the sentiments and emotions of the “Military and Politics” classes 2006/2007 and 2007/2008 Academic Session. There are volumes of such poetic compositions from the “Military and Politics” groups stored in my archives but these, though the literary anthologies are in many cases hidden yet are work of art which can be subjected for further literary discourse and encouraged among young learners not from literary criticism classes.

M. M. Yusif
April 2009














OH FLOWERS

The fast ending three years has come
It came like hurricane
Carrying you away
Parting with you is struggling with tears
As it came like post modern military

It is not a joy
Not for eating and chatting
Not like on the podium
Casting on the mirror global ethnicity
But reflections and messages of love

Yes! Beauty in our eyes
Full of happiness and laughter
With store of history
Many files of scientific experiments
Researches and response papers

Tenderly programmes as softwares
The working groups discussions
The WTO Mock Summit
The peace making conference
The internet House

Oh! Parting with my flowers
When they blossom
Shinning everywhere
Colouring the environment
Brightening all the terrain
Sending nice scents to every corner

Then suddenly crying everywhere
But tears with icy water
In extreme hot weather
With messages of love
Recalling the thinking session

Aaaa! In joy, pain and anger
As you bid me farewell
My eyes seeing you going
But with pleasant fruits
Captured attention of continuing to grow



The slow planting of another ones
The seeds are not available
They have become rotten
Their breeding is halted
Only fragments of shinning stars in a hazy cloud

A screen is enthroned
The flowers to brighten the road will not be there
The libraries will sink down
The electronics books will not see light to open
The café will be crying
My website will become dark

M. M. Yusif
mmyusif@yahoo.com
October, 2008



Our Mentor
A father, a guide, we have always had
Although a guide, a paddle, we had always sought, for turbulent waters of varsity life. We acknowledge therefore, the obligations of a pupils to his master

Tearing down walls of ignorance;
In lectures, book references and internet.
In jocular anecdotes; in seriousness;
The raw histories and policies of man made there.
And M. standing tall, holding brief.

If the work be regarded as a poem without mystical interpretation;
Of our Yusif, who does not moralized, but softly does away with frigid formally,
Old conventions and ah! A new day is born

This, then, is a brief; a sketch devoid literary merit,
But only an expression of a picture painted in reality.
Devoid of cadals, synch or rhyme.
As it’s an out pouring from a heart full awe, for a giant;
Of em, em, Yusif

Oh! Mallam, our stay is ending and yet
What we need to drink
From thy fountain; to find solace in the shadow
Of you standing tall, holding brief in our lecture hall

Oh! You whose wisdom is elixir
Of our varsity stay (glory to God who gave it)
Answer me; is blessing better than money,
Man prime desire; by which his name
And he shall live beyond himself?
Sharp we are made as sword in battle to face globalization,

Our voices turning flight into glory filled with the elixir which who so ever sits-
One brief sit-shall see redemption till he is made to go up the way of everything

Composed by, Aliyu Jamilu BK
Level 400, Department of Political Science, BUK
2006/2007 Session


POST MODERN LECTURER
OH! What a postmodern lecturer always ready to render help
Whose talent is for every one’s benefit
You deserve respect in all aspect
Friend and colleague he has to be praised
He who brings innovations to our dear lives
A facilitator with variety of initiatives
Your dedication we will never forget

Our respect to pattern note
Our salute to long semester project
Our regard goes to e-mail week
Our honour to Mr. e-journal week
Our homage is send to eating and chatting
Our obeisance for the weekly assignment
What a wonderful postmodern innovations

The experience makes us cumbersome
The hard work gives us the quality
The endurance transformed us to army generals
Listen to my advise my colleagues
Let us not misused this initiatives and creative
Our future bright and blessed

Malam you expose us to globalization
Together we travel all over world searching for Marxist theory
Information technology is the most important aspect so far!
Yes, we are now the best students all the rest can testify!
Malam you lead our way out of darkness

At any rate, our gratitude for you increases all the time
Others complain but we celebrate no complains
Some are half-baked while we are over-baked
Our Malam your reward is there waiting for you in the heaven
We will never forget you in our dear lives!

Yusuf Muhammad Sani
Level 400
Department of Political Science
2006/2007 Session


THE GOLDEN EXPERIENCE
You shiny silvery stars
Come and hear the golden experience
From the vehicle call military and politics
The vehicle with an erudite driver, M.M. Yusif

His erudition moves the class with an interactive method
From eating and chatting to a round table discussion
Restructuring my mind and sprits
Building a kingdom of learning and creativity in me
To increase the depth of my intellectuality

You the envy moon and see how knowledge dazzles
Integrating teaching, research and learning
Adjusting fundamental and applied knowledge
Bringing new paradigms and models
For the new science of military and politics

There I see how capitalist re-mask his head
His mentality, his thought
Globalism he chants
Militarism his deeds
Terrorism he supports

There my eyes glittered sweepingly
For I think peace I undone
Seeing the military apparatus and style of violence at run
Seeing threats and fears flowing at the speed of thought
Seeing terrorisms without borders

Above, the slayer soul of the greatest hegemonic power steering
Accessing the village of violence and penury
Here and there intervening
Driving the tides of chaos and disorder
To make the world safe for enemies of peace

For this my heart bleeds, and so my mouth travel softly
Softly for people with revolutionary souls
To re-armed themselves with the revolutionary tools
To take the manifesto and sweep away the destroyers
To bring the grundrisse for the advanced form of deglobalisation

Where are writers in Marxism Defence?
From Walden Bello to M. M. Yusif
Behold your diamond pen!
And cut the envy heads of western scholars
Do not hesitate to bury them in deserted cemetery of shame

Hamza Marafa Seminar
May, 2008
THE FALLACIOUS CURL DER SEC

Hoo! Hoo!! Hoo!!!
This is a hot welcome today
To that unique breakthrough
The unravel of globalization
And the apprehension of militarism

Before the landing of the man
Whom remains the knight in a shining armor
Many students wrongly conceived the two

Third world have been deceived
They were to believe the benefits
Of the two, woe!! Damn them
It was a very big lie

Their plots are now known to us
That they were detrimental to us
Neither truth not believe or morality
With them, say WOE to them

To hell! To hell!! To hell!!!
They claim post modern world today
Idiot and irresponsible world it be
With increased plethora conflict

They claim global democracy today
At any rate, this is a very big lie
The military camouflage just with it
Militarism continues manifestation today

Oh Pol4301 advocates
Genuflect before the man (M. M. Yusif)
The fountain of all your inspiration
He illuminates your path for while the rest remain obfuscated

It is thus true and undenying utterance
Neither the Ecost. Nor the Socst
Let alone the A/cows or the Bus
Are aware of the secret behind
The TWO


Peace in the world is on the wane
It is the third world on the verged
While the so-called developed cajole terrorism
They produce and sell fatal instrument of coercion

Hi! Hi!! Hi!!!
For certain cat can look at the king
Your cooperation like bees is laudable
All the words of eulogist go to you. Well done
Pol4301 advocates

We rejoice with you today, sir
Yet we mourn with you crusader
The journey comes to an end quietly
But it is on a fallacious curl der sec.

We remain ever adhesive to you
Just like wild species in the jungle
Is the roundtable dialogue not a prove?
This has greatly benefited us.

Could the ocean or the sea ever dry?
So our mentor remain with us till eternity
Pol4301 advocates also remain with you to eternity
Now the military and politics is n our palms.

Goodbye and thanks

Seminar of Auwal Abbakar
My, 2008


GLOBALISATION

I think of you, a toy in the hand of a new born baby
Viewing your face from the far horizon like a kitty cat

Your circle enshrining with your gloomy face

Yet, in your old fashion, you alter the art
In your new fashion, you alter the science
Bringing your stature altogether
Maiming and destroying human beings

Terrorism appear a kid-glove in your hand
Bringing all your cartels of violence
Chatting the slogan of rebellion
Organizing crime amids two militarisms
Putting all nations in an arm race

Yet, you are a toy in the hand of terrorism
A new born baby of hundred years
Doubling crimes against your cartels
Yet feeding from your cartel of violence

Thanks for the emergence of a new dawn (M. M. Yusif)
Who brightens our minds to see you in both edge
Equipping us with postmodernist approach
Going beyond obscurantism of military and politics
Yet, I celebrate your glittering limelight

Umar Danjuma
Seminar – 2007/2008 Session


MILITARY AND POLITICS

The three phases of poem class experience
(a) Things M.M. Yusif has made
Things M.M. have made with
Wakened knowledge and
Put soft life into his flowers
Be are awake through the transformation
Of the society

And transferred touch, and so on
Glowing for long years and for this reason,
His things are lovely warm still
With the life of unforgotten M.M. who made them.

(b) Our Class of beauty
A class of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increase;
It will never pass into nothingness:
But still will keep a bower of quiet for us,
And a sleep full of sweet dreams about ourselves,
And health, and quiet breathing
Therefore, on every marrow,
Are we wreathing a flowery band to
Bind us to each of our searching,
Spite of weekly burden,
Of the humanistic Mallam of all the unhealthy
And our way to old campus made for our searching:
Yes, in spite of all pull from our
Dark moralities
(c) Come to the past but not out of memory
We are basking in the sun,
Recalling old days with Mallam,
Puzzled by the resent of our days we have seen life in evolution
And has Mallam’s advice to pass to the young
And a wealth of history of military
And politics to narrate.


Seminar of Adamu Ismail
2007/2008


OUR BELOVED LECTURER

What we are to our future ambition
Dreaming to excel to the apex
Passion and affection for academic like M.M. Yusif
M.M. it was he who inspire the minds
Young brains aspire to be synonymous with M.M. Yusif
Our favour schooling and achieving
His lecture suiting our taste within our culture
Two decades ago, we perceived this culture opportunity was never ours to reap
Now we reap everything following the verdict
Good knowledge good thinking
We learn from foundation of political economy, politics of development and
underdevelopment, military and politics, and we will learn from peace and conflict resolution in the future M.M. an academic prowess-tiger
Academic heavy weight stands amidst the success of university graduate.
Forget it not! He is our succor; this figuring will always be a model
Today we make success from his success
Our greatest inclination in life

Seminar Members of Jamilu Muhammad Habib
2007/2008 Session


AN OUTSTANDING EXPERIENCE

Military a central theme and politics a discourse
With an outstanding sets of students
Met a tireless, yet efficient lecturer
Whom none ignored but cherished
Whom had devoted his efforts to academic excellence

A craft of science has been invented
With regimentation and ideology inserted
Arms and professionalism its arsenals
Nuclear and bio-chemicals its assets
Green, white and blue its colour
Fear, destruction its victim
Armour, jet, ships its client

Contestations, arguments, ideas our target
Innovation, education, motivation our seal
Research, publication, culturalization our aim
Pattern notes, group discussion, internet house our forums
Libraries, cafes, our rooms
Books, journals, internet, our friends
Reading, surfing our hobby

Our observation are crowned
Film, pictures, show our additions
Video clips e-learning our desires
Information, communication sharing our opinion

Our efforts to excel, achieve invade
Our dreams to proceed dominate
Educational circles cannot be achieved
Without our able lecturer

Seminar of Zainul Abideen Jibril
2008


When the Flower’s Voyage comes to an End

Alas!
Like a drowning man who cares not even to hold a sword
More like a hung man who struggles to wrench out the halter across his neck

Pity!
Pity creeps to take our hearts; this pain of parting the Lord in our lives,
The mentor, the father, the rescue team guarding our lives

Alas! My teacher distant from me
Now that we roll towards the end of our class,
Where we swim across the pool of knowledge
Where we dine on the table of awareness and in there we sleep
In the bed of knowledgeable-benefit

With a tinge of nostalgia I cried and cried!
Come take my soul; U memory of chatting and eating
And reward the beautiful discipline inculcated into us; where not even a silly phone could ring a ring. For now I can behave my self.

Alas!
My cozy class come take my heart
For the echo of Malam’s voice brought sanity into us
Just like it taught a zillion knowledge into us
And sketched a million ideas into us
The same way it pained a trillion rational into us

Come my sweet days of groom-till-strong
When we were hardened and toughened
When we were made capable of pushing down
A mountain or chopping down a forest

Oh my class!
Of sharing opinion
Of friendly mode of teaching and learning
Of freedom to learn through the easy way
Of chatting and eating

Dear ‘Oh Dear! I miss my class
Though my voyage sails to the end
I am now strong and fear not a crowd; I speak before the
Crowd as though I speak to myself
The spirit of fear, nervousness, and stage frightness got trashed out of me.
Oh! How helpful my class presentation became
Oh!! Me flower that grew with neither water nor moist
My fragrance blooms with no perfume and so do I attract
And attract my people around
My petals open morning, day till night to keep charming the
Passersby gazing at me
How do I grow me flower with no water no moist?
Perhaps Malam nourishes my stalk and made me this beautiful I look
Hurray! Hurray!! My dear my sir
Tata-Tata my dear my Lord

Seminar of Tasiu Magaji
2007/2008 Session



THE LECTURE ORIENTATIONS

The endless Blessings
The ceaseless pleasure
The limitless excite
To mil and politics

We are new a garden
A multicoloured roses
Nurtured and tendered
By a greatest Gardner

We are a new light
Scattering ignorance
The mind to revivify
Diligent and devoted

Book is our friends
Library is our room
Internet bossom friend
Thank to wonderful cos.

We are transformed
Multipurpose generation
By multipurpose lecturer
Into a silver shining

Silver shine no fade
Brain well sharpen
Opinion so mingles
Discussions organize

Though we are many
We become united
A single family
Sweet fragrances

The thirsty quench
The hunger fed
The loser found
By man of talent


Seminar of Saadatu Rabiu Tahir
2007/2008


THE COSTS OF GLOBALIZATION

Oh! Our mentor and facilitator, here is the experience of our team work

We learned how to work collectively and achieve the goodness in life through seminars work given to us. By our beloved lecturer and father

We thank for enlightenment and guidance about the dangers of the devils of the current era which become not only threats to our politics, but also to our socio economic potentialities

This is not other than globalization

Oh! Our beloved lecturer, in recalling our experience in POL 2204, POL 3314 and the current POL 4301 we have learnt many things about international politics

That comprises militarization militarism
And terrorism which are to enhance globalization
We have also learnt how to resist exploitation
Through Marxian perspectives
In our experience of POL 4301
We came to know who the real terrorists are
And who are only termed terrorist

You can not become a good and dedicated scholar
Except with honesty and hard working
Oh! Our colleagues
Our Malam possess all these qualities
We hope to remain your flowers ever,
We too you will ever remain our heroes

Seminar of Kassim Jere Muhammad
2007/2008 Session


A POAM ON THE CLASS EXPERIENCE

Moving collectively in the garden of emotion
Filled with rose like that of Eden

The air is bowing fresh with comfort
We find a shed to rest our ribs

Without hesitation, we see a trend
Dressed in style to conquer the world
With full confidence, it moves like waves
Information technology is the trend

Dangerous indeed but full of hopes
It changed the society without any doubt
Military formation is more involved
Alas! It breeds information warfare

Learning this gist is blessing from top
Only a noble tutor can do
M.M. Yusif pours knowledge to us
Like a cloud rains in the summer

Our team weakens as we depart
We cry in ambience of joy and agony
Though physically departed but, psychologically attached
God bless this gentle soul, our prayers remain




Seminar of Jamilu Sabo
2007/2008 Session