A good friend of mine (Babatunde Apampa), inspired by the cold weather wrote this beautiful piece, i stole it from him and decided to put it on my blog. ENJOY!!!!!
Cruel in nature, life zapping in conquest,
as sharp as a blade he slices with one feel of his swiftness. He dominates the day
and even the night, he is like a knight,
vicious in ambition and shrewd in personality. He is either hot,
cold or both, but nobody leaves the
story untold. He is the only one who can make a man shiver and sweat at the
same time and anyone who dares mention his name, he seizes their lips and sucks the moisture from it. He
is The Spirit
of Hamarttan.
In a land, far, fAR, FAAAAR away from
civilisation, a land known as Bowen, The Spirit of Hamarttan chooses his victims. The land is
populated mostly by delicately framed females, harmless male creatures,
livestock and vast acres of vegetation, a perfect location for
the cruelty of his personality.
Like a thief, he waits patiently for the fall of
the sun and the rise of the moon, more so for the candles
in every room to vanish into harmless fumes. Just when everything seems peaceful and calm, he attacks with full force,
slicing the lips of the people, freezing their waters, drying the vegetation and making Vaseline man’s best
friend. His presence is sharper than a thousand bayonets.
When dawn comes, and the surviving able bodied of Bowen go to
the fountain to fetch, he attacks yet again, blowing crystal sharp winds,
making them shiver and his best attack is with cold water...
...But not everyone is scared of him. Infact, a
few enjoy his presence for the reasons: no sweat, quick laundry, the chance to
wear their fashionable sweaters and the chance to keep their lovers warm in
their arms...They do not know what they are in for, the ones that do not fear. The Spirit of Hamarttan becomes more vicious with
time. He is angry...
Babatunde Henry Apampa
Smooth
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