The Harmattan Poem by Abdulmajeed Soladoye

Shrouded in my blanket I remained still.
As the cold weather left my body as strong as steel.
It's no wonder weddings are held in December,
And more children are born in september.
Though the time is far past dawn.
Couldn't help myself as I was held tightly down.
I live in a country where there's no snow,
Yet the harmattan raise dirty blows.
Just wondering whether in snow blood still flows.
When in harmattan the joint hardly bows.
May be I should ask the Eskimos, I figure they would know.