It’s chilly. You throw the covers off and switch off your fan. Your skin is dry, lips cracked, eyes crusty, and now you’re shivering. And yet somehow, you’re happy, overjoyed actually. You go about your day with a pep in your step.
The morning jog is foggy and cold. The chill fills your lungs, and when you breathe out, you feel alive. An hour later, sweat rolls down your back. Your gym clothes stick. The sun is rising, and it’s getting hotter. Sweat drips from your forehead.
By noon, you head to your favorite buka for food. The sun isn’t just blazing it is scorching. You dash back inside for an umbrella. The Harmattan was just a facade. And of course, NEPA decides this is the perfect time to make life even harder. Now it’s too hot to sleep, eat, or work. You hate the heat, but living in Nigeria you have to deal with it
