Potiskum Breeze

Dusty roads, sun so high, Market shouts reach the sky. Grains and spice, colors bright, Potiskum shines in golden light. Hausa words dance in the air, Laughter rings, free from care. North wind hums a quiet tune, Underneath the Yobe moon. --- Subtle, simple, yet full of local flavor—only those who know will truly savor. 😊