Those dust particles that blow in
From the north covering  everything in site.
The windy  African Harmattan.
To make it hot and hazy  by day
And cold in the  night  to all 
Bringing  in all the sand in the dessert. 
With no help from any prescriptons
Making  it hot and hazy in the  blazing heat
So we  cough  and cough  with cracked lips.
The  uncomfortable African Harmattan.
At least the hay fever  and other ills
Soon depart as they  have arrived
Making way for the end of the year
Leaving behind for all
Dry bodies  and skins 
Watery eyes and such.
It takes real courage to 
To face the African Harmattan.