It’s sharp, it’s piercing, it’s punishing; The cruel winter wind My soul shivers as it whips! I sit wrapped up within the layers of the furry blanket Sipping slowly from the glass of rum Seeking warmth But nothing helps! The only fire that would work Is the touch Of your skin, The only drink that… Continue reading THE WINTER WIND


Oh harmattan! Again you come to lay your hand upon our feeble frames; Your long tongue licks our oily lips and faces into whiteness, Forcing many to swallow tasteless dust in feverish moods! Oh harmattan! Your cruel touch paints oily, cracked lips with red dust, And make men made shiver like palm leaves in the… Continue reading HARMATTAN