But that’s what it is. I left the steaming hot weather of Lagos to come and be shaking like Dolly Parton’s tambourine here. We were using AC in Naija to cool down only to arrive here to be turning on the heating system to unfreez the frozen will to stay till the expiry of the granted visa.
You must be exaggerating like the “messaiah”of – TRUTH in the White House.
Why do you say that?
It is because you are the son of the farmer in the tale who would always run for cover any time there was a storm before a tropical rain. The day he narrated his experienc@highlighthe fisherman’s son it was a much -ado -about -nothing -@highlightreaction he got.
What and why?
Because to the fisherman what is regarded as HURRICANE by the farmer is but a mere breeze to the fisherman.
Bottom line?
Meaning that springtime in GLASGOW is “ogbologbo winter” for the JJC man from the stuffy, sweaty, steaming hot GHETTO in downtown Isale Eko (LAGOS).
No wonder the “shivering and not shmiling” pose early in the morning at the host’s domicle. Take heart.
I’ll do, No room for Option A4 or any other political abracadabra in solving weather problems. It’s a natural phenomenon that varies from one clime to the other.
This “eminikan” (me alone) chalice of cold shall pass.
But suppose it’s your turn…
No way! EMILOKAN no fit pursue me reach GLASGOW.
Sure? “Emilokan sans frontiers”has no red line. Cold is cold, whether mild or icy.
Dele Omotunde
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