Whistling Waves

When we wake in the warm arms of Wednesday, what else can we want except God's blessings and good wishes.
But when we waded on the warm soils of Wa a while ago, little did we know that by our wishful waves  at the whistling winks of a wheeling weather, we were actually weaving a welcome party for the arrival of a seasonal weather.
The wrestling speed of this whistling weather, whitens the wayside wares, even as it warningly announces its arrival by washing the walls of Wiaga, Weichaw, Walewale, Walembele, Wenchi, Wamfie, Wawaso, Worawora through Wli and the enclaves of Wiawso and Wasa.

Just woke and realised the seasonal dry dusty weather is here again, watching over through the window, on no other day than this wondrous Wednesday.

It certainly caries a sleeping pill ๐Ÿ’Š that blurs our visibility.
Our harmattan seasonal guest is here and please don't hesitate to take in a lot of water ๐Ÿ’ง, as you watch your use of fire ๐Ÿ”ฅ.  Take care to avoid being weather-beaten.
Wishing you a wonderful midweek. God bless you. Greetings โ˜๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒซ

#KYB โœ๐Ÿฟยฎ#

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