When the driver made a brief stop, I took a quick selfie of me in my crisp cream dress. It had been dusty lately due to the harmattan, so I hardly wore whitish clothes to work. Thankfully, God sent forth rain the previous night. “It doesn’t matter if I get to wear white only for the next two days. I’m glad I get to rock them at all,” I thought. Sadly, my wishful thinking was ephemeral. The sun hit the surface of the earth so hard that by close of business we were back to using the dusty roads.