The Harmattan

THE HARMATTAN Prepare,prepare,O prepare The white breeze is invading The sun is winning the race The rain is in coma The dust is dancing and ringing its whistling alarm Mothers covering their children with their Hijabs Young ladies no longer enjoy the nunu trade Shepherds and nomads leaving the northern game for the grasses are beginning to fade Bring the Vaseline for anointing the lips The war have began and the lips suffer the defeat Children are now becoming white men Their ebony dark skin fading Their handsome black faces fading Ladies carry lipstick like the Chaldean princess But the battle must be fought for long without victory.