At first it is easy to accept the coming of the dry season, for the greenness of things takes a while to give way to the dust. But with time it is not so easy to shrug and simply say that the coming of the dry season after the rainy one is as normal as night coming after day. Such indifference is impossible when the dry season has truly arrived and has sunk its claws into people and things. The only good thing about the land then is the sudden, wild thought of leaving, to leave never to come back but go as far as your legs can carry you, to some place where the drought is merely a thing to be told about.
Mollel, Tololwa Marti, The Seasons, Kunapipi, 10(3), 1988.