ode to potiskum

Ode to Potiskum In the heart of Yobe, a giant awakes, A land of commerce,where ambition takes Its strongest form in market's busy roar, On Potiskum's rich and fertile floor. The sun ascends on a thousand trading hands, A tapestry of wares from many lands. The man with spices,the woman with grain, Transforming struggle into personal gain. The dusty air is thick with purpose sound, Where opportunities are richly found. A currency of grit,of will, and dream, Flows constant as the town's life-giving stream. Oh, Potiskum, you wear your dust with pride, A mighty local government,far and wide. Your strength is not just in the space you claim, But in the fiery,entrepreneurial flame. That burns within your women, steadfast, strong, And in your men,who've known the struggle long. They build a future from the morning's light, And trade their way into the quiet night. So here's to you, a haven and a hive, Where countless dreams and businesses survive. A testament to what hard work can build, A promise by the human spirit willed.