I am starting to think I might have to reappraise my love for the rainy season. The period from May to September is usually the best weather time in Nigeria- that is for me anyway. You see, I don’t react well to heat. There is something about the still, humid, sweaty, Lagos perennial summers (October- April) that just ….arrrgghhh. So, I love the rains. Until today that is (I might actually still have romantic inclinations toward the rains but I need to get over myself today first).
I have learnt a couple of lessons today; one of which is stubbornness and rain somehow don’t mix. And so I got up this morning to go to work. The first indication that something could go wrong was last night- everywhere was flooded and I didn’t make it home until about 11.30pm. The second indication that something could still go wrong was this morning- it was raining cats and dogs, monkey and gorillas. The third indication that something was definitely going to go wrong was … (I forget…) So I got in my car and braved whatever was waiting for me out there. I could take anything on: I am THE babeandahalf after all. Errr…not… The rains, my car, the fates, George Bush (I’ve got to blame it on something… or someone) conspired against me; I found myself literally up shit creek without a paddle or a bathing suit; and to make it worse I can’t even swim.
I won’t bore you with how I got myself out of the mess I got myself into, but it involved me inconveniencing the men in my life- all 3 of them. When I have come to a final conclusion on my feelings about the rains, you’ll be the first to hear. In the meantime, place your bets …
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