A moody continent

Africa...

Being there feels like walking on a volcano or a glazier. This continent is a rumbling giant waiting to roar - or cry.

The rains in Africa are wonderous. There will be no clouds - no warning. In a flash the sky cracks open and water pours. No drizzle, no moderate rain. Only solid floods from the sky.
We used to have about one a day in the bush. Rain is a signal for all work to stop and everybody to shower. Unbelievable as it sounds, it is true. The rains are practical in that way. So heavy you can shower.

It does not always rain. The dry scorching heat can hit you just as quickly. It is relentless and fierce. Ghana is overall a humid country, but on occasion the winds bring dry heat from the Sahara. When it strikes it is so hot and dry, that it is impossible to quench your thirst. Even right after drinking, your throat feels rough and sore. Your lips are chapped and your skin burned.

There is so much brutality in nature in Africa. And such a moodiness in her disposition. Untill you get to know the place, you will be walking on eggs waiting for the next roar. As you learn to understand the diversity and spontaneity, you begin to relax and eventually love the abrupt changes. Then it molds into your soul and you wonder if you are forever syncronized with the moods of Africa.