Jacques Sprenkie Mateya (September / Dennilton)

Don't die this unfriendly winter and interrupt it
Unfriendly people should speak and go

It's a cold winter seasons are cousins
They visit one, at the time
Even the world is trembling
is in white dress
Smoke oozing from its mouth

Its cold dry winter
And all the seasons are on succession
It's a windy winter
Its hard to live

This winter is unusual
It freeze the pockets of the pocketers
Is a cloudy winter and sun is scarcity
We are all out for it
We all hunt it like hunters
And hunted like an animal
When we find it
We lean on the walls like lizards

Its winter of winters
All our cloths are on us and still freezing
It's a Monday of this winter
No one in school and everywhere else
Coldness blare our idea
No birds and animals out
It's freezing to death

Don't die this winter
If you die you might be buried with ice
And snore will be the congregation
Wind will be a choir

It's a winter of questions
If you die today
You will not receive attention you need
Peter will be on fire and other gatekeepers
No one will welcome you in heaven
When you go to hell
Devil will be unfriendly too
he doesn't like visitors on winter
he will ask you to light up your own fire