I live in the bush. Or, at least, my parents live in the bush, and from time-to-time I live with them (which is kindof a symptom of student-being; living neither here or there and on two completely different sides of the country at the same time). The view from my bedroom window (and my bath) is a valley – the valley with the road leading to Mozambique in it. My best friend lives (in the same sense as I live here) somewhere else on my side of this valley; probably quite close to me, but very far to drive (we have considered building a cable car connecting our houses, as if we were little kids communicating though a tin-can telephone).
Because we live in Africa, the bush, and a new house at that, absurdities occur almost on a daily basis. For example; our brand-new roof wasn’t quite built for torrential African subtropical rains (the kind of rain that -at least once a year – causes widespread destruction throughout town) and now, whenever it rains harder than a drizzle, the roof leaks right above our stove, making it impossible to cook anything that would be adversely affected by a bit of extra rain water. And this morning, one of our three experimental koi fish (an experiment carried out to determine whether they – and the larger, more expensive fish – will survive in the fish pond) was sucked in by the fish pond filter never to see the light of day again. And there are also bugs and mozzies and frogs who almost become normal…
And, when the dog barks, wondering whether he’s barking for the zebra… or not.
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