i wanted to use this painting to bring up nostalgia from those harmattan mornings of preparations for an event in our home during Christmas. When the Dj is trying to set up, but he finds a sit in the back to break fast first. You are done with your assigned portion of chores for that morning, but you come out and see that the harmattan wind has done its own portion too, then you stare for a minute and sigh because you can't fight nature I guess.