Wahalla

Wahalla = trouble. We still have no running water in the house. Meanwhile, the storms last night brought floods of water into the house. Bibi and I spent most of the night mopping up, trying to steer the water away from our inverter and an encounter with electricity. Its bloody annoying having too much water on the floor and no water through the tap. Living in Nigeria is a bit like camping - sometimes you get wet cos the structure that keeps the weather off your head is too damn flimsy.

I'm consoling myself by re-reading The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock:
"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo."