It’s time again,
When the harmattan,
dances to the luring tune of weather's beat
When *amadioha’s roars,
ushers in the disappearance of weeping skies
When our laundries,
learn the fast track of dryness
When the blazing sun,
smokes out hostile fats with perspiring urgency
When the farmer’s hoe traces its previous pathway, to explore healthy tubers in the womb of mother earth
This season brings its goodies, to Mama Africa in bulk
I can hear the pine whistling.
*The god of thunder and justice in the Ibo -African mythology