A hopeless romantic saunters into a building of retirement, to oblige the wills of a man of dotage. While only thinking of his job, he’s unwitting to the glory that will be bestowed upon his familiar day. A beauty beyond all.
Alone sitting in an area of commons, a soulful voice emerges, adrift in the air and penetrates his ears. As he looks across to the other side of the room at length, a figure is there. One of beauty, that can still be seen by his languorous, dim eyes. Sitting and listening to the beautiful sounds, he knows inside that he needs to see the allure, from which this voice stems.
Allas, while seated with his master, the voice is heard once again about the door. Could he be so lucky as to finally see the soul, up close, he knows could be that of splendour.
In she walks, the most gorgeous of girls; his heart falls there. Hit by an emotion that has seized to exist before and set ablaze by her stunning beauty. A cold sweat leans in to grace his body. In thought, his firsts words become: “I want this girl”.
Coy though he has been through the length of their friendly banter, his only thought is that he’d be so lucky, as to one day hold this girl in his arms and express how quickly he fell. Before the end of term comes, he sneaks a message of ulterior motive. It doesn’t quite respond as expected, until a common gathering reveals the plight of both their intentions. Message received.
Finally a meeting of the two prevails after a length of correspondence, admitting to the true feelings of both. He knows he’s become among the adventitious, to be admired by such pulchritude. Nervous they were, the first meeting alone ends with a kiss.
The story now continues and undoubtedly through thick and thin, they’ll consummate, together a life of their own.
So Jenny and I were walking down this newly conditioned road across from the Health Centre we were volunteering at.
As we were walking, this boda boda drove by, then stopped, turned and said “Mzungus”. We chatted with him in English, which he knew very little of. He pointed to the camera. I assumed he want to see it, but then realized he wanted a photo taken of himself. He said “come”, so Jenny stood beside him. He said “no” and pushed her away. We chuckled a bit. Then he said “you”; pointing at me of course. I stood beside him and he pulled me closer with his hand on my waist. I of course put my arm around him. He was incredibly happy and held me oh so tight. It was very cute. We then spoke with him a bit more and with his broken English, we concluded that he wanted a copy of the photo. He of course didn’t realize that the photo didn’t come directly out of the camera. That too was very cute.
So again, another photo I must print, in hopes to come across this fellow again on my travels back to Kitwe.
So if you’ve ever been to certain parts of Africa, or are from certain parts of Africa, I will assume that you have seen one of these large birds before.
This is an interesting bird to say the least. My first sighting of one of these birds was the morning after my arrival in Kampala. I journeyed out onto a veranda in the morning to enjoy my first smoke of the day and to take in my surroundings. As I looked side to side and down to up, I noticed several birds drifting around above. They were flying at a very high altitude and yet I could see them still quite clearly. This I knew, it had to be a very large species.
As I looked around more, I noticed several of them perched on various buildings and trees. I was amazed at the size of the bird, as well as how ugly it was. Although I must admit I still find it to be a beautiful bird, despite it’s ugliness.
These ladies were in the maternity ward, waiting for full term. I grew to love African women immensely, in watching these woman and how they got on. These women (African) are the strongest I have ever seen. One or two single grunts emerge from their mouths at the point of delivery; that’s it!!! Simply amazing!
I did not take this photo. I was able to see this bird while we were driving around Uganda; however, I wasn’t able to snap a photo.
I wanted to share with you, Uganda’s national bird, because it’s a beautiful bird. The is: Gray Crowned Crane.
I just wanted to introduce everyone to Susan. Susan was a hen that came to visit us everyday. She was sometimes accompanied by another, yet more timid hen. Susan was a neighbour’s hen, that laid eggs for them. Here in Canada, the general consumption of chicken, as far as gender is predominantly female. In Uganda and I assume, most of Africa as well, it is the “cock” that is consumed. On a side note; I really wanted to say “cock” for once and not be speaking the the male organ. Anyways, so Susan was a regular to visit and since we hadn’t any knowledge of the greatness of roasted goat and beef in town, at the time; Jenny seriously wanted to eat Susan. Even though she was the one that named her Susan.