February 18, 2014

A Random Harmattan Night in Abuja

I was first drawn to the leaves -
the leaves, brown and layered out on the ground
Occasionally they would rise and fall,
rise and fall, rise and fall
In continued obeisance to the harmattan breeze
I looked up see the tree
And whatever would have been left of its glory
That was when I saw her, skimpy clad
and bathing under the glow of the street lights
Her skin did glow and had a certain appeal
But I'm sure she didn't realize
It also shone through her soul
A collage of crumpled
and sweat stained sheets