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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RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

SAVE THE DATE @22/06

A statement that keeps your admirer at stalemate. Especially if he/she has been keen intimate. Many are called but few chosen, An allusion from the books of heaven. The multitude shall be shortlisted to only a dozen, Sometimes it is a team of eleven, Then to the last seven. All camped in a single haven. And as if a time to have fulfilling sighs, And both respond YES. But fortunately, only the right-eye, Can look into your heart's tiny hole. A woman who can save your soul, With whom you can create and make a family so whole. Only afterwards that you can SAVE THE DATE!!!

Till WE all WIN

Christmas is Here! And we Shall Soon be Drawing Near, To a Happy New Year. To men, there are Gifts giving. To God, there's Thanksgiving. And Believers will be busy Praying. But will this Spirit Live All Year? Here still lingers few fingers with tears and fear. Kids with dreams and hopes in qualms, Just seeking your kind arms. But what Hope do we Give, To those Bereaved, And the Less Advantaged. Help put Smiles on those Faces, Till their Teeth Reveal the Braces. Tighten their Shoes with Laces, Till We All Win in our Christian Races. MERRY CHRISTMAS from us.

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