Dirges in Harmattan

I washed, dried and laid my bed. All in 10 minutes.
That’s a perk amidst a fog of dissatisfaction.
But I know for sure, I lust after warmth, I miss July dawns.
When there was dew, no dust, tank tops and unabused lips for “good mornings”
Here and now, we dine in North Easterly Trade Winds.
It’s very hard to breath and my dry throat craves tea.
You and I dodge water droplets in the shower -the bathroom Bruce Lees.
And they say this is low grade African winter? Then chaley forget overseas.

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Season’s Greetings to y’all. Your readership has always been appreciated. God bless you!

[Nhemy]

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