We are baked in the sun
While waiting for the rain,
But now she remembered us
The clouds has been moody
and we knew she must surely cry
now she wept, throwing rain water
All over the little hamlet
Now I claim the first drop
And you claim the next drop
Oh look up and see the rains come
see the multitude as they descend
The sweet romance of this rain
wash off the stress and pains
of the days work and labor
and when it rains in Africa
After a long drought
we dance and celebrate
West African Discovery
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Hallo Anobokiti…
Am glad you like it and hope to write more. Thank you 🙂
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Hey Oke, been reading your work for some time now, just have to take the time to say this. You are really really good, such an inspiration how you almost never pause, constantly creating. Bravo.
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It does rain In West Africa very often but the northern part is the Sahara desert and very hot.
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Ohh that’s really sad…from where i am its always raining..
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