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Dahirsgirei

Testimony To League Of Writers
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TESTIMONY TO LEAGUE OF WRITERS
When I was finally OK to collect my poems into a book, I found it hard to believe who would unfailingly have the book published. I have read hundreds of books published by several organizations, not that the works ain't good, I generated a kinda contemplation if they could do me the needful until I read Armageddon Of Love by Hassan Idris.
I reviewed Hassan Idris' Armageddon Of Love last year. When I was making the review, I had to repeatedly check the cover page to note the publishers. Their work is the best one I have ever seen, so far. So, without taking it long, I contacted him, Hassan Idris, about the League of Writers. He told me a little about them and shared to me the contact of the CEO for further information. I chatted him and from that spot, after sharing with me some of their works, I felt contented and trusted them with my work.
Whatever is supposed to mean, I can testify that League of Writers are the best and the quality of their works is what gives me the nod. More than I could ever imagined, they rearranged my book, designed the cover and gave it a poetic face. I felt dazzled when I received the copy. Taken aback, it's unforgettable; League of Writers fullfil their promise.
Dear writers,
I recommend you League of Writers not only when you struggle so stark to hold and embrace but clutche empty space, but even when you are eager to swallow in quick, your ravenous saliva of being satisfied. They are in nutshell the best.
—Muazu Umar Mallam
Author of WHEN FLAKE SAILS.
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Dahirsgirei

An Epistolary Poems
~0.6 mins read
an epistolary poem
dear art.
I'm sad, ironically,
Sa'ad was his name I say,
a friend of mine
whose mind was mine
who, in metaphor,
was the cream in my coffee,
and who shone as bright
as light, in simile,
& it was a friendship I deemed
bittersweet, oxymoronically,
and of such bitterness,
I wanted to ripe sweet-drink
& I'm writing, in synecdoche,
that you own my hands -
you are now the friend I trust,
the friend I love
In you I see myself,
don't you see in me yourself?
that's not just an elf
in me he didn't see himself.
— Omar Mu'az, Sun. 14th. February. 2021.
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