HARMATTAN PAWPAW

Queer is this romantic adage

A true serf and peasant accolade

Heard even at tender age

Not meant for a lass to cascade

Nor an idiom for labs to contemplate

But for the hunger it tends to abate.

Harmattan Pawpaw

Coined by environmental determinism

With pros and cons of tropical sarcasm

Intriguing as a prose Shakespearean

Unique in clan like the red Indian

Within the dry walls lives the unseen Apocalypse

A Kingdom of the true Messian

Few followers go in to see the sweet magician

And half decide to remain in his trickery abyss.

Harmattan Pawpaw

The true manna in the harsh pine

With a single root it's still fine

All are free to claim her thine

In drought she calls us home to dine

This is the thin tall African fruitful tree

Boosting our Farmer's hunting spree

Ever supporting in times of need

Cut none of such, our anointed plead

Most sweetest when adversely scarcest

Liken to lovers who mesmerise their dearest.

Oo ye harmattan Pawpaw

I believe in the market you are what I saw

Just because the clouds are raining

Doesn't mean your season isn't yet trending

You will soon have your moment

And be ready to live at least once as a revered monument

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