I have always known the weather season in Nigeria to be distinctly divided into two: the rainy and dry seasons. The former, in which we are now, has been characterized by heavy flooding all across the country, so much so that that it reignited the Island-Mainland feud and revealed Lagos in its ugliest. The dry season, remarkably, is known for harmattan; this is time where dry dusty winds from the Sahara Desert with harsh cold conditions that cause skins to dry up and crack. It heralds Christmas, and swings into the new year.
That said, it baffles me why the things we do in this country revolves around a non-existent, western climate. Sure, there are similarities between summer in the west and here: the sweltering heat when it really gets hot, but why do make such conformation and aspirations? Even our fashion industry isn’t excluded. Every Nigerian fashion designer has done a spring/ summer collection, even autumn/winter. I find it silly. Summer holidays, summer sales, summer breaks. Why?
August is here again and it is known as the month of respite from the sky spitting rain, cars getting stuck on bad roads laced with pot holes, floods, allergies characterized by the weather and cold nights, hence the moniker “August break”.
Would it be such a bad thing to coin it after our own seasons or use another name altogether?