Dry and cold, we feel it
Harsh combination, ain’t it
The tip of our ears feel so cold
Our wrinkled legs looking so old.

Dust jumping around, having a fun day
Covering surfaces along the way.
Our lips are a mess
We look like white pawns in a game of chess.

Santa they say comes in a sleigh
In Nigeria? Nay!
Stomp the ground and you create an haze
The dust those reindeers would raise!

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Don’t you prefer the cold to heat?
Haven’t your sleep become so sweet?
We don’t know about winter’s snow
Harmattan dust, that’s what we know.



Oluedoh Ifeanyi Ernest a.k.a Ernestlyinspired, is a graduate of Chemical Engineering from Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka. He hails from Enugu state, Nigeria. He is an upcoming writer and poet. His passion is to inspire people through diverse means into the positive things of life. His hobbies are writing, reading, singing and making others laugh. He is what he'd like to tag as a positive realist who doesn't believe in a benign universe. A Christian who hates religion and calls out for relationship with God. A natural people lover and a social person.

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