Harmattan...

Everything is the same here, just covered in an inch of dust. That’s no exaggeration – its Harmattan here and the dust is everywhere. But after a morning of cleaning, my house is no longer an orange-coated, sneeze-inducing hideout for geckos; I no longer leave footprints on the floor; the cobweb trail has left my ceiling; and things are nearly back to normal although the bedsheets are still dust-encrusted, as are the spare bedsheets…