Harmattan Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

If you could spare my lips the crack
I will think of your sleep luring charm
And ignore the blazing baking rays
That cause my skin a shrink.

I will think of the cool you make the water be
And remember not the whirling accomplice of catarrh.

The dry and clean of earth around
The harvest of yam in plenty to eat
And the joy of Christmas all round
Wipe the dust off my room,
my lids, my hair and shoes
Welcome harmattan welcome.

(Wednesday 15th December,1999,3.50 pm)