Pseudo-Winter in Nairobi in June 2019 – How Unexpected and Extraordinary
Categories Nature, Tales From My Fertile MindThe June of 2019 was extraordinarily cold in Nairobi, biting cold; which was been caused by thick clouds that most probably paraded all their wives, children, cousins and other relatives, with express instructions not to let any rays of the sun to penetrate.
The effect was the numbing of all exposed body organs and parts, including the brain; I guess.
Everybody was dressed like a bulb onion, in many layers of clothes. Eskimos were clearly evident on the streets of Nairobi
All body parts carefully covered, with hoods, jackets, and sweatshirts; hands deeply tucked in pockets, and gloves worn once in a while.
Except for the slay queens, who still succeeded to expose their tummies and belly buttons as they competed to freeze and shine.
But the skin of all parts that were exposed, deliberately or otherwise, looked darker and blacker than usual; probably because of the anguish of realizing that the sun was shining hot just beyond the deep clouds.
Torment which was made worse now and then when the clouds decided to boast by creating short-lived small windows which let the precious sun rays through.
As if that was not enough, the flu virus bugs chose that cold period to attack, probably to show off.
What makes it worse is that the bug’s seemed to have bribed the army of immune cells that are supposed to protect humans from invasion by alien bugs.
The result was a sea of humanity that coughed, sneezed, and blew noses everywhere, anyhow, without warning, and unapologetically.
I hope that the clouds of June did not leave any kin behind; kin that they could carry along to make this month, July, to become colder than June.
I hope that the clouds of June were not rehearsing to make my tomorrow colder than my today.
And now June is gone, it is now July, but the cold has still not let go; at night, the beds at home, which should be warm and welcoming after a hard day’s job, are colder than they were in June.
These must be those times when partners find themselves seated in the table room until late at night, each wrongly accusing insomnia as the cause; while the real reason is strategic thinking; where each is hoping that the other will go first to bed; and warm it.
They anticipate, my mind guesses, very little other nocturnal activities, over and above sleep; because organs are numb and in hibernation mode.
But then I may be wrong because it is said that such are the seasons of conceptions; and that the evidence will be clearly visible around April Fools Day 2020, plus or minus 30 days.
