Once upon a harmattan
In company of whistling winds
Blowing with unwary care
Spreading tempting colds
I shiver at the sight of water
Yet my body needs a shower
The sweater waits patiently
Alas! I will be fine on sunrise
By the stretch of the midday
Warmth overtakes the cold
I will be fine
Oh Yes! I will be very fine! ! !
Olaniyi G. Akanji
(c) 2015
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