Day Twenty: The Harmattan is Here

The dust storm was nothing compared to the arrival of the Harmattan. When I left my room this morning there was a haze over the hallways and through the sky...kinda like a San Francisco evening. But as it turns out this is the Harmattan, a short season in Nigeria where the Sahara winds blow and bring a thin layer of dust through out the country.

My throat feels like it is coated in dust and swallowing feels well, kinda nasty. The giant mountain behind the school grounds could not be seen all day, as if it had just simply disappeared. Please let this harmattan be done soon...