Brought down by the distressed harmattan,
Faded happiness after the festive,
Brought by mixed and unexpected priorities,
Brought floods after the joyful festive,
Swept away the little equities people owned,
Leaving the urchins tearful,
Adding dozens of months in the streets.
Dawned new to students demanding this and that,
Struggles didn’t seem real as everything turned out as expensive as gold.
Progenitors maneuvering here and there.
A nightmare for the half knots,
An astray verge to the breadwinners,
A normal month for the blessed,
A despair for the hopeless.