This Time Of The Year

This time here the sun's harsher

The dirt becomes dusts

And the dusts disgrace us as they fly up high above

Low, beneath and cuddle us with mild powdery molds

And men's shadows are thicker besides

The shades of trees with houses much more vivid

Like the darkness of the night in the morning

The fog blindfolds, sissies could bare and man would not look for glare

Man though clashes head with another like the clash of the Titans

And the night is coupled with coldly breeze from the West

But in the West unlike in Nigeria here

There,

The snow comes and compels

They put on thousands of thick of raiment's

Much more bills and lists for payments

And brooks are icy

Hands shake as they shake hands

Little knees build snow-crows

And as they rejoice in America

We rejoice in Nigeria in December

Their Christmas lights sparkle there

Our Xmas lights shimmer shimmer-shimmer here...

- Jodekss

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