O dry season!Harbinger of dryness
On the land,the trees and the flowing stream
Why have you come just to steal my heart’s gleam?
There is much heat and I cannot care less.
O fiery season!Save me from madness
As your errant-bound dust makes my eyes dim,
And the hot night saunters without sweet dream.
But dry season cannot be all a mess:
On December’s advent my heart rejoiced.
Its merriment grows steadily;never
Will this joy it knows diminish,even
When harmattan’s breeze my lips it so kissed
Leaving them broken,christmas forever
Will be my joy until I see heaven.
By Marvel Chukwudi Pephel.