The haze, the fog
The heartless ones burning bushes
And blocking noses

The winds ofcourse
Atleast I dread even in my thoughts
The skin attacked
Mine is now like a chalk

Oh poor baby Nathan!
Even with all the oily lotions,
His skin is stiffened, wrinkling dry&white
Like something never seen before

Wether in Benin or Agbor
Home or Abroad[West Africa]
In all places, Harmattan wages war!

Seasons come, seasons go, Chim-Non-So-Poetic once wrote,
Well, here you are harmattan and you must go!

#Harmattan_Must_Go!