Those dust particles that blow in
Unwelcome From the North Covering everything in sight.
The windy African Harmattan.
To make it hot and hazy by day
And cold in the night to all
Bringing in all the sand from the desert.
With no help from any prescriptions
Making it hot and hazy in the blazing heat
We cough and sneeze with cracked lips.
The uncomfortable African Harmattan.
At least the hay fever and other ills
Soon depart as they have arrived
Making way for the end of the year.
Leaving behind refreshing nutrients
To build the verdant forests
Lush and vibrant for another year.
A small price to pay for
Dry bodies and skins and
Watery eyes and such.
It takes real courage to
To face the African Harmattan.
To all my students at Teshie Salem,1956(The Presbyterian Boys Boarding School)Teshie Ghana. And my other young students at the Presbyterian Junior School at Nugua. Ghana1957
They are all grown up now.
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