Written by: Adesina Idris Dolapo

Harmattan is here again!
The air is cold and dry
Gone for the while is 
the rain
The children are cold, 
hot and so they cry.

Their parents 
themselves are on the 
Of frustration cos 
everywhere is covered 
in dust
And scarcely available 
is water to drink
Cos the wells are 
getting dry and they 
have to thrust
And tug at the drawer 
to get the coloured 
From the abnormally 
deeper well
Which had been made 
so by no other agent
But the harmattan dust 
that no one can tell!

Harmattan is here but 
we are alive
And kicking. As as in 
the years past, it we 
shall survive!