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Monday, December 21, 2015

WHEN HARMATTAN HAMMERS YOU (a poem by Sunsampaul)

When harmattan hammers you
You begin to shiver like a busy river
Your nostrils become block like an ice block
Your brain vanished to forlorn dreams
That's when you begin to feel you're lodging between the thighs of a
dead temptress

When harmattan hammers you
You become a make up artist that start lacking customers
Mary-k become your worst enemy
You even give powder a breathing space
Even lip-sticks of various colour find themselves lost in truncated dreams
You start subscribing to wet lip alone
Painting your lip with rub
Wetting your lips like a clown who consumed
Oily substance and lost the thought of cleaning his mouth

You become a female.
Turning into amadioha with the way you bask in the thought of avoiding
scraggy lips
Becoming gay while
Wet lip made for lasses travels through your iced lip
Your face shiny with the amount of kernel oil you
Plastered on it

Your skin become feeble that it can tear at the slight of any scratch
 like that of a decayed corpse
Cold, fever, and catarrh
Now become global visitors that visit the corridor of your abode
Hot water you start making you regular water for bath to avoid been
flogged by cold water

When harmattan hammers you
Your sagacious mind
Rings the bell of using protective measures
You began to massage your body with balm
Your lip became a brother to rub

You always lodge beneath the sheet of bedsheets
Gigantic sweater you put on day and night
You refuse to lie unclad and lackadaisical
You even bribe nature to be kind to your skin
While you multiply the number of pyjamas you wear at night
And jump into the arms of blanket

Your lips begin to develop
Potholes and zebra crossing
Your lips create punchlines of poetic rhymes and rhythms

Your nostrils become stiff
Yet flush out watery and thick catarrh as fountain gush out water
Your palms become strong and you become a prisoner to whitish wind

#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
harmattan hammers you

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