The Christmas harmattan



Waking up early in the morning today reminds me of a remarkable story.
Today the harmattan weather was a bit tense with dust , accompanied by a no where to hide cold. Even though one was covered with a blanket, this cold makes one feel as if the blanket was perforated. So i remember it was christmas. Long ago a child was born in a cold stable and he was placed in nothing but a manger. He is the prince of peace, an epitome of humbleness and a light to our dark hearts. This cold reminds me of the condition he was born in just to save you and me and today we celebrate his birth .
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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