The Dream Of A Writer (Part II) FeaturedWritten by Hafiz Mukhtar Mahmud
During one very hot day I found myself travelling to an even hotter part of the country, Azare, an arid desert. The folks there will not admit it but it is a freaking village. I and a friend Suleiman were visiting someone and we were going to celebrate the Eid there. I was anticipating the fun.
Our bus was swiftly cutting through the heat waves that seem to look as if they would roast a chicken.
The Dream Of A Writer (Part I) FeaturedWritten by Hafiz Mukhtar Mahmud
I have never been that excited about school in my life, as I waited anxiously for Monday morning to approach, that has never happened. I was about 10 years old at the time and it was the night prior to showing my teacher the first ever story I wrote, correction, the first ever anything I wrote.
Somewhere around the middle of last year which was around the same time I started Instagram I followed an Instagram profile, it was a photographer’s, I was drawn by his unique talent for capturing moments that share people’s stories and experiences, his photos have this angle that feels creative, out of the box and really
Am pretty sure Dan Fodio is rolling in his grave, as we dance and take delight in really awfully produced Hausa tunes. Terrible beat choices, terrible video, terrible playback and lately coupled with some really agonising animation. Don’t even ask about the singing skills of the performers . . . terrible.
On the 30th of this month September, a big event is looming its head to Bauchi state. Big not in the sense that stadiums will have no where you could fit, but the ‘moving Bauchi and the entire northern sector of the country forward’ kind of big.
The state has had its fair share of business related events held at different intervals this same year. But this categorically stands out from the fun fairs and entertainment shenanigans Bauchi has gotten used to this past year.
So far so good, we have survived and still are surviving, grasping on the fringes of the technological advancements of this era. But that is not enough, we can do better than this, because we are talented and skilled and better than we give ourselves credit for.
Seeing the typical Hausa man folding his arms and sitting back, not participating in this digital age is infuriating to say the least