Merry Harmattan

Merry Harmattan

December 24, 2009:

The night is dull

No lights at all

Silence is like a heavy wall;

The cards are old

The meal is cold

The kind my stomach cannot hold;

Sleep like a horse

The dreams are worse

They keep on causing so much fuss;

All sighs and heaves

Dull as Jim Reeves (Playing Jim Reeves)

I can’t believe its Christmas Eve...

...God forbid!

December 9, 2010:

The air is dry

And so am I

The sun is shining in my eye;

My lips are cracked

My shoes are smacked

With a new colour that’s not black;

Dust in the air

Some in my hair

The wind is blowing everywhere;

It has followed

Someone I know

And has given her ‘apollo’;

Patients are few

Nothing is new

We’re sitting around feeling blue;

No funniness

All ‘only-ness’

Everywhere I see loneliness;

Facebook so bland

Don’t understand

Maybe it is the harmattan...

...Tufiakwa!

When I was young

Tell me if I’m wrong

December was a lot more fun;

Chickens were scarce

Children were fat

From eating many different parts;

Knockouts would sound

So very loud

You’d know that children were around;

Those far from home

Who drift and roam,

At Christmas would start heading home;

And Christmas gifts

Would bring face lifts

On or before the 25th.     

Now it’s a mess

With SMS

And wall posts that are meaningless;

I’ll miss my hols

‘cos I’m on call

And I really don’t care at all;

Then on the 1st

I’ll send a text

“Happy New Year!” like it’s a jest.

See I can’t wait

Until that date

When I will march through Heaven’s gates,

Where Christmas then

Will never end

And I’ll spend it all with my friends... (And I’ll spend it with all my friends... )

...But until then

When Christmas comes

I pray that we’ll all make it home

Grand and sublime

To spend some time

With the family that’s our prime;

Try make this one

A special day

Not just another Christmas day

And have yourself

A blessed month,

And a very merry Christmas!

...and a Happy Harmattan.