
Many years later, this little girl grew up and moved to countries that didn’t have snow, black ice, or wind chill issues. She learned to embrace life at 28°C, and put away her sweaters, socks, and scarves in favour of tank tops, sandals, and sunscreen. Over time, the girl forgot about her childhood and her memories of the cold faded into the past.
Then winter arrived in Nairobi and the temperature plummeted to a freezing 12°C. Shaken by this change in the normally stable pattern of perfect weather, the girl at first did nothing. But slowly she noticed that the people around her were wearing jackets and that her toes were becoming blue. “It will pass,” she told herself through chattering teeth.
Slowly the girl began to face reality and took her socks out of storage. With the feeling inching back into her frostbitten feet, she sighed and pulled a warm cotton cardigan on over her fashionable sundress. As if by magic, the cold seemed to recede and the girl even contemplated closing the windows.
Days turned into weeks and the girl began to remember how great she looked in sweaters and how cute toe socks were. Snuggled under her Irish wool blankets, she nodded in a superior fashion at the forethought that had her pack such un-Kenyan clothes all those years ago. Nairobi was still cold but the girl’s heart was growing warmer with thoughts of her upcoming visit to a country that understood that June meant warm weather.
The moral of this story is that life at one degree south of the equator doesn’t mean that you left winter behind you. It just means that you should have left for home leave two weeks ago!
1 comment:
Hah! Cold is cold anywhere you live--but it is relative:)
merthyrmum
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