When harmattan came, it was the brutal sun which shone from morning to night and the loud noise of the wind that first announced its presence.

"This is not harmattan." Mark said one morning. "What is Harmattan without cold ?"

He was standing outside staring at the place that was formerly their garden with his hands in his pocket. He could not do more than wearing shorts with the hotness of the weather.

"Your food is on the dining table, " Kamsi announced through the window.

"Babe, wait! " He called as he spun on his heels but she had left there already.

He stalked into the house still with...