Two days ago I made the hesitant transition to outdoor sleeping. I was holding out for as long as I could because moving outside would mean admitting that I would be living in a country-sized oven for the next three months. The funny thing is that last night I woke up to a distantly familiar breeze. It felt like rain was coming. Next time I woke up there was rain falling. There can only be one explanation for real rain in Burkina Faso in February: the apocalypse.
I guess you could say that it was some sort of "mango rain." But I think it is still early yet. The first rain I can remember from last year came the night before Easter. It was a tense time: the hottest time of year, civil unrest and relationship problems. We were cooped-up wilting under fans in a hotel due to security issues. In the middle of the night torrential rain came and we danced shamelessly smiling in our PJs under the downpour.
Now, the weather feels like the equivalent of a cool Burkinabé August. If this is how it feels for the world to end then I am at peace with that.
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Airtel Burkina Faso.
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