Naweet
Black clouds of sustenance
Gather and loom overhead
Lightning and thunder, messengers
In tow, heralding what is about to follow
“Mam Yalla sotil mbuse bi, gorgi tegal tama bi”
Chant juveniles clad in nothing but loincloths,
In anticipation of the impending downpour
Hurrying footsteeps, racing home,
Cursed at the impudence of a plastic flip-flop
Daring to come undone at a time like this
Farmes in the field praying to hoe one more lane
Before the ‘taw’
Dance in a frenzy of movements
Rumblings reverberated in the distance
Quickening the steps of young mothers
With babies strapped to their backs,
Yanking dry boubous and pantaloons
From the clothesline by the hand-fuls
“Almost done, one more to grab”
When the first cool droplets decided
To moisten the rusty iron corrugated roofs
The classic melody
Of ‘piti pata, piti pata’ magnified
By ‘celeingless’ houses
Greeteed the senses
Increasing in intensity
With each and every bout of lightning
Puddles form quickly
Creating watery barriers between
Na Mariama’s and Na Fanta’s
Respective abodes,
Strengthening the rivalries
Between these two Co-wives
Giggles and laughter following
The antics of little feet
Not hesitating to jump into
Muddy pools of water
Splashing unsupecting, grumpy, ‘tawtee’ victims
Stray dogs race  away in the rain
In their eternal quest to evade the
Bloated,lethagic flies
That vehemently clung to
Their ever juicy ears
Promising to never let go
Trees and parched grasslands
Drink their fill of cloud juice,
Swelling with satiation in the process
Slowing to a drizzle,
The barrage finally stops
The earth saturated with energy
Burst forth with seedlings
Patches of plants germinates
Bringing life
The fragrance of Mother Nature
Fills the air with a heady sensation
Ants and termites scrruying
To build new dwellings
Flying insects in the pursuit of mates,
Flew in droves
For by the end of the day
They will  be lying wingless and dying
With their eggs embedded in the soil
Waiting for the next torrential rainfall
To release them
The seductive aroma of ‘Churayee’
Assails the nosetrils
In an effort to smoke away insects
And to entice ‘Nijaaye’
Freshness pervades the air
As the sun in all its glory
Cast tiny droplets of water
Into a gigantic rainbow
Promising ‘Domi Adama’ once again
That never will there be
Another flood in the magnitude of Noah's time.





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