Harmattan on Horse' Back

The harmattan's wind is blowing,

Men are already in the field;
Life arrived on horse' back,
The sun smiled from its nest;
Give me my binocular,
I want to go birding
Give me my field guide;
I have seen new species;
Harmattan wind is blowing,
And men are in the field;

I heard peace arriving,
Laughing doves were calling,
Gonolek answered too soon;
But the raptors were swimming
Joyfully in the morning breeze;
Give me my binor,
Give me my field guide ;
Our harmattan has arrived
Life has resurrected because the
Breeze brought healings along.

The leaves were dancing,
Scavenger birds called for truce;
Men were boys, and boys are now men,
The time change like Attenborough`s venture,
And our harmattan has arrived again;
The leaves sang with camaroptera
And men were working in the forest;
Children should fly their kites,
Women should winnow the chaff,
But men are already working in the breeze.

If You Hear the Sound

If you hear the sound!

If you hear the sound,

The sound of the trumpet,

 Take up your machetes

And women, their pestles;

Cry out, when you are covered by shadows;

We must advance for victory,

We must fight the war lost by cowards

To live and see the light on our huts.

Should we fold our arms to die in captivity?

If you hear the sound,

The  sound of the trumpet,

Leave your homes in the night to

Protect the infants and the toddlers;

where are the effeminate men?

Would you be nude before the

Women on the approaching rock?

Tell the coffin to be patient and wait

We must break the rock to see the sun

If you hear the sound,

Be fully prepared

Yes, be prepared to receive

The shock of our mother’s tears;

We are coming, yes, reaching;

Sharpen your  swords, yes all your swords,

Stretch your shields and wear your helmets

Valiants never lie prostrate but,

Cowards die before their appointed time.