He’s not a globetrotter,
But he loves to travel to the West African Countries from the Sahara desert during mid-November till late February.

I think he likes our culture and traditions,
Or is it the glittering black-chocolate skin of its people?
Maybe he only likes the aroma of the Jollof rice cooked to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ and New Year celebration.

Many people likes him,
Even me too.
But my mum never did,
I know he could be annoying and maddening sometimes, because whenever he visits us he death blows almost all the leafs and fruit on our mango tree.

He sometimes incapacitate people by brushing their wet glittering lips into a dried pale like with a splash of exasperated sour blood.
He’s like an abstract noun, which you Cannot see or touch, but feel.

I wish I could see him and say how much I like him and not wanting him to ever leave the West, even if his visa had due.

I want to tell him that he leaves a remarkable memories for me,
I want to tell him I accost his presence and let him know the kind of feelings I feel whenever he visits.
But even though I could, my mum will blurt out bullets, knives and threats on him without stuttering, she could even get him arrested.

I’m eager to see him visit again,
I will go to the mosque or church to pray for a chance to see him and cost out his visits to the countries in West Africa.