Harmattan

[kainene]

It's that time of the year where this white hazy cold general stands gallant with his tentacles searching for who will break the rules.
Rule number one states that you have to defeat the general by rubbing a generous amount of oil on your body. Failure to do that, he captures with his white plague.
And you will be a dark man with a white body.
Second rule is that you should not wear powder or else your face will go pawed with his cold hands.
Third rule is that to avoid him kissing you massively which leaves your lips in cracks, resist him by applying its worst enemy, lip balm or lip gloss. Your lips will ❤️ you for their salvation.
For the sake of your nostrils which it attacks with no mercy, be on the defensive with your weapon of nose mask.
His very good friend, cold water will always beckon on you to come and receive it. Flee, brethren, flee. Run to hot water.
Again, if you feel you can't handle its attacks of the chilling morning colds, you grab a cardigan and wear, bro, that's your shield. Cover yourself with the blanket, if that is not enough, go on with the duvet. You need to be well kit for the battle.
Remember, when you are leaving for the day, he sends one of his collaborators, the wingy wind, to attack you unawares and smear embarrassment on your face. Brethren, wear the whole armour and don't allow general harmattan to win you.