Ive crossed paths with harmattan from yore, weve always been best of friendly-foes from infanthood. Not long,mother nature laid another of her knotty- seasonal eggs and as each young dawn appear, i see this egg metamorphosize into a belligerent and an uncultured-militant. urr..emm..hmm, this one must be another specie of harmattan veiled with callousness, i queried mother nature. its beggar belief how he goes berserk with each second,who dare tame his wildness? only Heaven would do..i rhetorically huffed with my shivering voice and shrinking bones. Atlas!heaven is not worried. May be that peerless-wild child descends so weak and friendly oer there. Each morning parades the beauteous wind in wild-wide rage,sauntering like a regicide monster and clapping legion of dusty sands against heavy whirlwind. whoever his father sends out for robbery, will always break the door with his leg But for how long will mother nature give her back for this child to lean on? when one carries another mans corpse,it will always look like a log of wood. mother nature,to you, this child is a He-man but we mortals are dying of his stings. ,.. Over me, entreaty rules,my limbs are stiff and cold,my wears fly off my body, i now wage this war with thousands of cloths,this wild child breaks through my windows and doors disdainfully. Sooner or later, i shall add an immortal title to his crown and stab his time-honored wildness. Get set! I managed to howl!
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 07:44:44 +0000
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