I have always heard the word “summertime” and have come across it in books and watched the features of the season in movies. But I never fully understood what it meant practically.
Ah, summertime! That was the missing word from what I was already exposed to back in my homeland. It has always been there, always, with me. And I had no inkling or so I thought until a few years later when I arrived in Europe. Summertime. Sunshine. Hot sun. What is the difference between these words? Well, Nevermind. I come from a tropical region where the sun is up and high until sundown in the eventide. I have experienced serious heat waves and the severe sunburst of terrifying fiery sunlight. It burns the skin. It heats up the body to the extent of producing blocks of sweat on one’s brow. The weather in Nigeria is quite hot and humid and people wish for rain or anything that will shield the sun from shining profusely on the skin. Anything at all that would pacify the heat and send chilly coolness to the body. Continue reading
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