Guys, its finally getting hot here, hot by Nigerian terms this is, I mean, don’t try to tell me anything below 30 is hot – its not, this here is hot. I mean, even stubborn me is now seriously thinking about giving up on her jeans (though they’re so practical getting on and off the achabas) and considering to leave the fan on overnight – just in case NEPA discovers it has a heart and some pity with a suffering baturiya and sends light. I guess, I hope, the heat means that finally, finally the rains are also reaching Kano. After the first couple of thunderstorms in Maiduguri I was actually deeply disappointed to come and find that Kano, which supposedly has the milder climate, actually has hardly seen any rain yet. Yesterday it rained … somewhere, all we got were some excited winds, some lightning and the occasional thunder. That’s like holding a piece of chocolate right under the nose of a chocoholic on diet!!!

Apart from the heat and a tiny little accident with an achaba (too much traffic, the driver too impatient and my foot too fat to fit through the needle-hole he wanted to get through … or rather, one toe to many and now the little one’s a bit … well, I really don’t want to let the art historian hang out by analysing the different shades of blue, red, green and yellow!) I’m actually still enjoying Kano. In fact, looks like Samir (of the barber shop right around the corner of the camp) is tomorrow going to show me where to go swimming in Kano. If I’m not already brain-dead by then, that is. I’m meeting with Ibrahim in the early eve, will go for some nice food with later, 11pm I’m invited for clubbing (yeah, I’m curious as well) and tomorrow at 8:30 (latest) I’m meeting Eunice and her friend for church. So, I might as well fall asleep at the pool … let’s just hope their life guards are attentive enough to safe me in time.

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