'MIGHTINESS OF HARMATTAN' BY STRIDA.

OLUMIDE:

White winds blowing against the ear's gate,

strands of chill paining the bones,

embalming us the walking dead,

now that the weather is confused,

we are it's victims.

AJAKAYE:

Oh this faithful harmattan !

No matter how late, you never fail to arrive,

driving upon my skin as my lips tear apart,

my legs white like I forgot my vaseline.

You make me so lazy,

I sleep like I am pregnant already,

you this harmattan !

Please...

Forgive me for screaming at the sun last month.

AUTHORESS MARYANN: 

Cold o !

Cold o !!

The cold came unexpectedly,

everywhere looking whitish,

from afar lookin' dusty,

to bathe sef na wahala,

but the weather is nice.

FATIMAH: 

Hmmm a great weather it is !!!

A weather that turns even a prostitute into an holy lady,

unknown electric shocks are received when two creatures come in contact,

man becomes blind folded in the midst of mist.

AJAKAYE:

Cold caught me from afternoon till the darkest evening,

my eyes were weak and I ran to the kitchen,

the refrigerator has become an unfriendly friend,

I know you wouldn't believe I am in pants now,

wo... Hmm... Writing is keeping me warm.

OLUMIDE ORIPINYE (TZEBLON),

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO

STRIDA_Striking Ideas,

AUTHORESS MARYANN

and

DAUDU FATIMAH FOLAWALE.