The Dust! The Dust!

It's all gone topsy-turvy!

Last week we had two storms; big, fat satisfying raindrops with flashy displays of lightening and rumbling thunder. It seemed the dry season was drawing to an early close. Oh what fools we were! Harmattan is back, and this time it means business.

Dusty to the extreme, the air is a thick Sahara soup. Rocky outcrops that usually dominate the skyline are invisible until you practically squish your nose on their surface. Every night-time photo is littered with pin pricks of light as the flash reflects off the dust. Every surface wiped, every floor that is swept is inch thick in seconds (grrrrrrr). Even the strong African sun is pastel and cool, unable to penetrate the thick sand blanket over Nigeria.

Every breath I take is creating a sand-pit in my lungs. Every pore in my skin is an inverted sand-castle. It seemed my tan had reached a darker shade and my eyelashes were thicker, but a shower and a bunged up plug hole later revealed the grimy truth.

It's all topsy-turvy I tell you! This was how it was supposed to be before not now! Now it's supposed to be starting to rain, not to have rained before!