My name is Lukman,
a programmer at heart,
writing lines of Java
like it’s some kind of art.
Data systems, EMIS,
education in my veins,
building something meaningful
through policies and frameworks.
I love poetry and rap,
the conscious kind that thinks,
studying religions deep,
and the truth between the links.
A Muslim, proud and grounded,
with a pen I love to bleed,
no alter ego hiding
what you see is what you get from me.
I can’t be bought,
for a man who can be bought
can surely be sold.
Give me eba and okra,
simple pleasures feed the soul,
I make friends along the way
and let some of them go.
The road calls out my name,
I travel, wander, roam
just Lukman, as I am,
wherever I may call home.