Literature in EnglishLiterary appreciation: unseen poetryJAMB

Read the poem below and answer the question. Harmattan Morning (an AdmitMe poem) The dust walks in before the sun, a grey shawl over Kano's roofs; the neem trees cough, the camels run in silence on their padded hoofs. My mother wraps the fire in ash and coaxes it with patient breath, while outside, sharp as any lash, the cold wind whispers news of death. But noon will crack the shawl apart, and light will pour like honey down; the drum of day will find its heart and wake the sleeping, dusty town.

In the last stanza, the mood of the poem changes to one of

An AdmitMe practice question, written for the JAMB syllabus. Not an official past question.