In his yellow Hausa regalia,
An African old man rides,
Puffing on his cigarette,
Wisdom in his eyes, as he reminisces.

With each exhale, a story unfolds,
Of a life lived with pride and grace,
Through trials and triumphs, he's been bold,
Leaving a legacy that time cannot erase.

His cigarette, a companion true,
In the stillness of the African night,
As he reflects on the past he knew,
Guiding him with its gentle light.

In his native regalia, a symbol of his roots,
He smokes his cigarette, a ritual of age,
A testament to the wisdom he imputes,
A living legend, on history's page.