THE DILEMMA OF THE NORTHERN INFIDEL

THE DILEMMA OF THE NORTHERN INFIDEL

Up north, I am the infidel
Down south I am the mallam
Up north, I am killed for being an infidel
Down south, I am killed for being a mallam.

Up north, I am not spared if there is religious riot
Down south, I am not spared too whenever there is an reprisal

In my country, I live in fear
Because I am the infidel and the mallam.
It is not a mistaken identity
But how I am been viewed.

I am a man without identity.
Any name you call me that is my name.

In my country I live in fear because I am a minority
Even amongst my brethren
I still live in fear,
Tribalism, ethnicity, religion has eaten me up

What is remaining now is skeleton
Yet, I am not dead
I refused to die.

I will continue to cry till I cry no more
Or till I am heard.
What a world, what a country
Where your right is not respected
Even though it is enshrined in the constitution.
I need my right.
Let the world hear the cry
of the infidel and the mallam