DECEMBER TIDES

1

Tasty for the spoils of the dry month, we are

Dry air, dry waterhole, dry lips, dry paper

Moisture lost to the heat of the traveling sun

But our feet has got many options, wait or run

And today the breeze drives the wind to us

We savor, we enjoy, to you emissary we trust

You have come with the mighty Harmattan 

Your dry airs and heat has become our tan

2

Trees sway

With blur visions on sight

As a bonus for being alive

At the point of the year

Air so dry, with hot sun rays

You only bring us dry tidings 

Cracked foot, that hurt

But we the people of this land still loves you.

---Oke Iroegbu, Fampah Coyish---

I wrote this piece with Oke Iroegbu, a poet from Nigeria. The both countries of ours Ghana and Nigeria fall in West Africa, and enjoy the same weather and climate. We have written about December and her tide. Oke Iroegbu, wrote the first stanza and I have got the second.

December, Harmattan, Nigeria, Nigerian poet, Ghana, Ghanaian poet.