A Poem about the cold winds that blow from the Sahara dessert south felt all over Ghana and West Africa

The African Harmattan..By Rev Peter Addo

Those dust particles that blow in
From the north covering everything in site.
The windy African Harmattan.
To make it hot and hazy by day
And cold in the night to all
Bringing in all the sand in the dessert.
With no help from any priscriptons
Making it hot and hazy in the blazing heat
So we cough and cough with cracked lips.
The uncomfortable African Harmattan.
At least the hay fever and other ills
Soon depart as they have arrived
Making way for the end of the year
Leaving behind for all
Dry bodies and skins
Watery eyes and such.
It takes real courage to
To face the African Harmattan.