Hamatan Bashing

I remember I used to love the hamatan season as a child growing up in Togo, where the cool dry wind coming down from the North was a drastic change from the hot scorching summers we get all year-round. Having left Africa for nearly two decades now since my return last December, I can't say the same anymore. Now I have come to hate this crappy weather! The last few days we were pretty hard hit by strong dusty wind which pretty much obscures the vision within a 100-meter radius. It's even harder to breathe through this thick cloud of dusty air particles and not choke on it!