the Winds of Africa

Last night was so windy I thought the wolf was going to blow the house down. For once I was quite glad I had glasses to keep the sand from blowing into my eyes. At rugby, a friend's face was streaked with tears from the unpleasant sand-in-the-contacts combo. By the night's end, I had a captive audience for my tornado tales. Apparently, they are uncommon on this side of the ocean. My 8 year-old housemate's son has concluded that driving into a tornado would be like riding a roller coaster, complete with swirls, upside down spirals and stomach-lurching drops. His sister and mum were thinking otherwise.