Oh wind from the Sahara Desert
Harmattan is thine name
When wouldest thou
In Lagos arrive?
Oh wind from the desert
Lagosians long for thee
Dry our lips and skin
We will rub Vaseline
Oh wind, Oh wind
Free us from the taunts of the cloud
They appear, only to give way to the heat.
Oh wind from the Sahara Desert
Harmattan is thine name
The year ends soon
And Lagosians long for thee
