Haani is our local weather man, a rather friendly character with an English accent that vacillates and fluctuates between Maori at best and American University of Cairo at the worst...that, however doesn't take away the useful tidbits he gives on why the weather is....
"Haani, its dusty today", Linda mews.
"Good morning Lindeh, yes it is", Haani purrs.
"The South Easterlies are blowing at 40 kms/ hour ( Lucky he doesn't call it a Kilo like his countryman my good friend Khaled does). There is a small system that has been created 20 km North of Jahra, there was a little bit of thunderstorm at 2am. Anyone who was awake at that time might have felt it (come on Haani, who do you think will be awake at 2 am)." Haani continued.
" Starting tomorrow morning we will have the North westerly winds blowing and raising more dust..." Haani was turning prophetic now.
O' self proclaimed Messiah of dust, don't you wish for better days? Can't you take a chill pill for sometime?
Haani continued.." Next 4 days we will have more dust"...Damn!
I switched over to BBC; They were discussing the Burmese Junta and the impediments in the way of foreign aid to the Hurricane Nargis zone. If Nargis indeed had an eye, someone had gouged that out. How else could one explain the trail of destruction she left in her wake? Men, women, children, cattle, crops, houses, she blew them all away....more on that later.
I could see the fog lamps on in cars on the opposite lanes and in the rear view too..I switched on mine. A pall of gloom had enveloped the city- As I drove past the Shaab Palace; where the erstwhile Father Amir lived; I said a silent prayer for the repose of his departed soul and to get Kuwait dust free ASAP!
Below is the image of the recent dust blizzard we had.....
Images of that
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