Yea,
Harmattan is nigh!
That
season where fruits swell on trees,
Where kids
bruise their knees,
Where we
coil beneath sheets,
Wishing daybreak
a snail speed.
Oh sweet
Harmattan!
That
season of merriment you bring,
A reminder of a Great Offering,
A period
of homecoming,
With lots
for wining and dining.
My dear Harmattan!
Your
yawn fills the earth with whiteness
Your breathe,
an arid air of sweetness,
Without compressor
or condenser,
You serve
us chill water
And when
we bath, we shiver.
Cream
and gloss, our deliverer
I know
you hear me Harmattan!
The
season after my heart.
Now I
pray when I get paired,
My half
don’t take in each year,
For you
arouse intimacy in matrimony,
And revive
the spirit of harmony.
We welcome
you Harmattan!
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