Fog hung over the distant, towering mountains surrounding the university.
The dry, dusty wind blowing everywhere sucked the moisture out of my feet where I had forgotten to apply petroleum jelly and moisturizer, leaving it ashy and almost cracked.
My feet, clad in my favorite bejeweled sandals, collected more and more dust with each step I took.
Thankfully, I had remembered to apply a generous amount of lipgloss to my full lips so no matter how the dry wind drained the fluid out of my eyes and nostrils, my lips remained impervious with a sheen to them.
I was welcomed into December by the dusty embrace of the harmattan season accompanied by the strong need for water every hour.
Entering into the "lecture east" hall for the final lecture of the year, I met the tired faces of my friends along with the ashy skin and chapped lips of most of the guys milling about.
I realized I wasn't the only one who forgot to moisturize.
