HARMATTAN IN TOGOby | 20-01-2017 19:34 |
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   My country the TOGO has a subequatorial climate in the south and sub-Saharan in the North. This climate diversity throughout its 56,785 km2 also offers us a diversity of seasons. In the South, there are 4 seasons of which: 1-the great dry season, from December to March. The atmosphere remains very humid and the sky can be veiled for several days, especially when the harmattan breath, from mid-February 2-the great season of the rains, from the end of March or April to June, crossed by violent showers 3-A small dry season, in July and August, very pleasant during which, however, it may occasionally fall a few drops. 4-A small rainy season, from mid-September to the end of October, with some precipitation. In the North, on the other hand, we have just: 1- a single long dry season marked by the harmattan, a dry and warm wind that blows especially in the North especially between December and February, 2- and a single rainy season from April to July causing significant rainfall on the mountains. However, the maximum is generally reached in September. The Harmattan, that dry and dusty wind which perhaps turns out to be the similarity between these two deferred climates which govern the extent of the territory never passes without leaving traces. A few years ago, nine or ten, the Harmattan occurred in mid-November just after the last rain of the small rainy season from September to October. Indeed, a little more intense in the North than in the South, the harmattan woke us up the day after the storm by a cool, cool breeze that pierced our face, body and then the bones. The temperature could even go down to 16 degrees Celsius. This wind brought the winter of Europe to our Togolese. But for about three years, the Harmattan only comes in December, January or even February as this year. And instead of bringing us freshness, it brings us the warmth and this may be because of climate change or the greenhouse effect, I do not know. However, this wind despite the changes it has undergone over the years never passes without leaving traces or memories. So it is dry that it is left at each passage of sequels to the Togolese people. This wind cracks the paintings and the furniture literally explode, inflate the rooms, deflate the doors, crunch the hinges, wedge the keys. The plants and the flowers are deflowered, the trees enter into foliage. It dries the streams, drying the lateritic roads which in their turn flood all the dust. From goods to beds, clothes, food, books ... everything is covered up to the smallest interstices by this pertinent fine yellowish powder of Saharan sand. With every pass of automobile, it is the Yellow Cruise and the visibility is often reduced to less than ten meters with your haze dry. Worst harmattan brings us living people from dust, colds, flu, cough, meningitis, cholera, domestic burns, high blood pressure spurts, psychic disorders. It dries the lips, accentuates the feeling of pain at the slightest scratch and is a real threat to dry skin. Even if this wind is so dry and detestable, let us not forget to admit that it is an identity for us and a great moment expected and appreciable by all as is winter in the West. |
