Quivering and quivering… We quiver like sodium in fresh water vessel The comfort of night is drowned Fresh, moist aura has turned arid Morning smiles has turned sour And the rages of these times Has torn our lips into strands And our feet are broken too O! Fresh morning dew That throws moist on thirsty… Continue reading HARMATTAN FURY


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