Harmattan Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

Experience cold in sheer abundance
The season is called Harmattan
No more rain and moisture is scarce
But the feeling is like you have a cold tan

Temperature drops, yet the sun shines
The cold overwhelms the heat
Its wind wipes through even as the sun shines
Slapping into the ears and sounding a beat

Window panes dance loudly
Doors oscillate their hinges
The impact of the cold wind is felt heavily
You can feel yourselves and others move to the edges

The dirty streets raise the dusts
It causes the particles to be airborne
All these will come with many costs
Catarrh, cold, cough, fever and other diseases that are airborne

I, still, prefer this to the winter
Even though all white, it is worse
Sub-zero temperatures; not for banter
Most times it is a curse

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015