I've written about the Harmatan winds before this but never felt I did justice to the phenomenon
A picture speaks a 1000 words? You be the judge
The wind comes carrying along with it dust blown off the sand dunes of the Sahara. As the winds touch the city it picks up urban litter, poly bags, pieces of paper, light debris, even small stones!
The grit gets everywhere, into the house, into your clothes, your nose your mouth.
The sky darkens, red sometimes, Grey at others