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The Breakdown

 Do you know how hot it is outside?


Are you inside giving that answer?


It doesn't matter whether you are inside with an A.C. blowing at full blast or if you are at home looking for a newspaper or fan to blow yourself with. You are both dead wrong.


Don't believe me?

Try standing outside for five minutes.


I learnt to appreciate ANY shade when the car broke down on a hot July day in the middle of nowhere. 


To give you more insight, I was travelling home for the summer break with my dad when the we got a flat tire.

So my dad pulled over and we came down from the nicely air conditioned car, into the blistering, hot July sun.


I stood and watched, dripping sweat as my dad (who was dripping even more sweat) changed the tire.


It may seem like a little deal if you were not there but it wasn't. 


I felt like 'egusi' that was put out in the hottest part of the sun to dry so it can be blended dry.


It made me appreciative of any shade I got, even if it was just a book.


Who has ever felt that way?



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