Aruna Kabba

Freetown, Sierra Leone, West Africa

I was born on Tuesday 9th October 1956 at 7:30 am in Freetown in The Republic of Sierra Leone, West Africa. Philosophical Statement: I write in my quest for self-fulfillment to share what God has given me with my fellow man as people's appreciation for my works spurs me. My inspiration comes from God so, the genius is not mine but incontestably His alone. Personal statement: Let the grot be allowed to poeticise for poetry is an art that cultivates the mind and blossom in full with an aesthetic beauty for all to revel in.

The High

Nothing surpass Him in quality,
Second rate are diamonds, gold, opals, pearls and silver
His boundless bounty to mankind.
He is every inch supreme,
The strong who keeps firm hold on the seven heavens from rending asunder. Power with unlimited powers to whom the seas
And everything between the sky and the universe submit themselves.
The one of ample means who succours
Those in straitened circumstance.
The giver of leverages and the originator of endless pearls of wisdom
To whom no parter is ascribed;
King of the day when accounts are cast creator
Of the glory of sunrise and sunset extolled by servile creatures
In utter humility - of the humankind and the Jinn.
Glory be to Him in whose capable hands everything rests.
The owner of wealth appointing temporary inheritors on earth.
The One of manifest majesty and the Great throne
With the sublimity of His realm
Worthy of admiration and adoration who slumbers not!
His is the Dominion of celestial bodies with mankind's unseen hosts
In total submission to His will.
His are the fairest names to whom puresuperlatives are attributes.
The beginning and the end, forever and ever.

Vanity

The vagary and desire to grab worldly guilt, anguished and affected souls in Vain glorious competition. Green-eyed monsters nourish deep-seated hatred in nothingness the purple see the sun-gilded slopes' beauty vanish; Death levels men's status and renders earthly possessions useless while Toamy soil enriched by human carcass, remain a perpetual greenery of life sustenance
Futile and soulless out-pouring of sweat for a future doomed as damnation or happiness in gardens promised; Power - the ulcer of society taking exit. Life is worth nothing but a recompense for deeds hereafter, man lies in solitary confinement of the grave, still and lifeless like a silent headstone waiting for a day of reckoning that devours human bonds. A day so dreadful, so dismal, so undeniable - when the quietude of souls breaks and mountains crumble, pulverized by Divine command. That day, that day I see Awe-stricken creatures bow, to the call of the perdurable being.