There is serious fighting going on outside my house. This isn’t a human fight, but two seasons fighting.
8:00am: This morning, the weather woke up with a slight frown, but the sun flashed its smile and humans are going about their business, not minding what may have ensued the previous night.
12:00pm: The sun may have encountered some scolding, for smiling too much, and taking sides with the dry season, so it went and hid behind some grey clouds for shelter. Just after that happened, the rain started to rain abuses on the Harmattan weather. They both got into a heated argument, but it looked like the rain was winning, because it continued raining abuses on every dry dusty rooftop and road paths. Every human on its’ path ran away for shelter. The rain began gathering the clouds as its’ cheerleaders, and it went on a slight rampage, but the Harmattan wind began howling. It howled so much that both seasons couldn’t contain themselves again, until one (the rain) abruptly went into hiding, for fear of being choked by the dry Harmattan wind.
12:08pm: The sun has refused to smile anymore, because the grey clouds are still sheltering it.
12:13pm: Both the rain and Harmattan season have been summoned by their maker for a closed door meeting.
12:16pm: Humans in this part of Port Harcourt are still not sure if these two will still fight today. They are hoping the sun will tell them what might happen next.
In the meantime, I am indoors, looking through my window and staring at the the grey clouds.