For several months before and a substantial part of last year, the future looked bleak. We had barely emerged from Winter last year when the sun came upon us with all its fury.
Its scorching dryness and prolonged heat were threatening to turn our country into an inferno, baking our black skins and roasting the feet of the rural folk who still walk barefooted to places far flung. We all know the unpredictability of our climate. Its mood swings are sometimes vicious and deadly. There were grey skies and naked trees all around. The future looked desolate. Everything seemed a tragic blunder of blind fate.