Caleb Owabor Poet Free verse

The Desert's Gift

THE DESERT'S GIFT

On a cold Christmas morning
the dusty harmattan breeze blew 
from the Sahara all through West Africa
unto the gulf of Guinea 

The wind howled through the desert as it blew
It's cold air a sting on the skin causing goosebumps
The sight of sand swirling around in the air 
As it blew

It was that time of the year again,
the season of Christmas
the season of showing love
It was termed the celebration of the birth of Christ

The activities and festivities didn't look
as if they were celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ
It looked more like something else
Lots of merriments and cheer, 
Christmas was seen as an excuse to party
But who cares?

It was a time when family spent quality time together
Shared gifts and cracked jokes 
to keep the party fun

On the other part of the world
In Europe
Christmas is celebrated differently
It is seen as a time to give and spend time with family
Not an excuse to party [laughs]

Majority of Europe is covered in snow during Christmas, 
it is usually in the season of winter
Same time the harmattan wind blows through the Sahara across West Africa

The fun activities are quite similar to that of Africa
Except everywhere is decorated with Christmas trees and lightings 
Giving the whole a place
A touch of glamour and splendour
Plays, concerts and performances are held 
to commemorate with the birth of Jesus

Christmas in Africa holds nothing of the sort
Except in a few region
Though it's an excuse to party
but it's also the best time of the year
As you get to spend time with family and friends

Christmas in Africa and Europe 
And other parts of the world with always be different
Different people, different culture
The main point of it is to spend time with family.

BY: CALEB OWABOR

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Jeanette Swan January 27, 2024 at 3:53 AM Yes, and for me in Australia, Christmas is hot (usually). I like how the cold wind is a character in your poem, with it's own path. Christmas and the commemoration of Jesus' birth - is a beautiful topic. Everyone who heard from the shepherds were full of wonder at what they were told. It is fun to have family time, and also a time of wonder. I enjoyed your poem.