Anita Baker |
Snowflakes
in the air, there's
Carols
everywhere
Christmas Time
is Here
Dust
settles on dry leaves.
Brown
powder on every structure,
Dust,
not snowflakes is the season’s signature.
It’s Nigeria, of course.
I’d
like to paint you a picture.
Have
you ever seen blood fleeing the face of a terrified man?
The
whiteness left behind’s the door to December.
This is
Nigeria, you’d recall.
As
snowflakes tug frost,
The Harmattan hauls
dust.
Both
are reminders, something bigger than any of us is here,
And of
the dreams we all share.
It’s
one world, after all.
Eneh
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