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My Grandfather’s Snuff
Black is the stuff
Travelling concoction he use to puff
I sat imagining the science that he’s got
My curiosity, the innocence as my eye sought
My grandfather’s snuff
I brace myself to adventure
Like Eve my hands I tried its texture
But my stick finger too has got guts
I quivered,
I shivered
I sneezed and coughed
My grandfather’s snuff
Only he knows,
Only the wise men and their gods
Never again will I sniff
Never again will I steal from my grandfather’s snuff
Salamatu Sule
