My name is Lukman,
\na programmer at heart,
\nwriting lines of Java
\nlike it’s some kind of art.<\/p>\n
Data systems, EMIS,
\neducation in my veins,
\nbuilding something meaningful
\nthrough policies and frameworks.<\/p>\n
I love poetry and rap,
\nthe conscious kind that thinks,
\nstudying religions deep,
\nand the truth between the links.<\/p>\n
A Muslim, proud and grounded,
\nwith a pen I love to bleed,
\nno alter ego hiding
\nwhat you see is what you get from me.<\/p>\n
I can’t be bought,
\nfor a man who can be bought
\ncan surely be sold.<\/p>\n
Give me eba and okra,
\nsimple pleasures feed the soul,
\nI make friends along the way
\nand let some of them go.<\/p>\n
The road calls out my name,
\nI travel, wander, roam
\njust Lukman, as I am,
\nwherever I may call home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"iawp_total_views":69,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-21","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n