It’s time again, When the harmattan, dances to the luring tune of weather's beat When *amadioha’s roars, ushers in the disappearance of weeping skies When our laundries, learn the fast track of dryness When the blazing sun, smokes out hostile fats with perspiring urgency When the farmer’s hoe traces its previous pathway, to explore healthy tubers in the womb of mother earth This season brings its goodies, to Mama Africa in bulk I can hear the pine whistling. *The god of thunder and justice in the Ibo -African mythology