In the Game of Thrones sense of the phrase; winter is coming.
Ok, not quite – it’s Africa. Even in mid-July there’s a distinct possibility that at some stage of the afternoon you’ll be in nothing but a T-shirt drinking a beer in the sunshine. As a result, we as Africans live in complete denial of winter as a concept. Houses, restaurants, everything is designed to bask.
Then the icy winds start.
And we scatter. Screaming. Like the season is a Godzilla-like anomaly…
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