I love staying at my dad’s. Going for a walk early in the morning to the bottom of his plot. Walking into sticky cobwebs that catch the morning light. Looking for spoor telling the story of the night – a duiker here, a bushpig there. A mouse, an elephant shrew. The dogs bark at a bushbaby. taunting them big eyed up a tree.
Meeting up with old friends. Having a funfun games evening with old girlfriends. You know the game Articulate? One person has a word on a card and they have to describe it without saying the word. And you have to guess. And see how many you can do in a minute? Guz had Jay. She said “It’s a bird. It’s also a letter of the alphabet” so I say “ABCDEFGH – Swift!”
Maybe you had to be there.
Talking with my ex who lives in my dad’s studio. Him full of reminisces
Remember that huge puff adder we found in the generator room?
Remember the Korean client who trod on a puff adder.
Remember Sebastian, our squirrel.
Remember that wounded lion we had to dart, the one that you walked into.
Remember when I nearly shot you. And you had to dismantle the mechanism on the rifle so that I wouldn’t try again.
Yes. Yes, I remember
And having a session with Rosie the psychic masseuse who looks at your feet and into your soul, and tells you your secrets.
But the best thing. The best thing is that I’m ready to go home.
To Tanzania. To my man and our little pink house on the hill with its pretty picture window. And I love Zambia and its place in my heart but I no longer ache to be here with every fibre. I now also love my new home, my new friends and the new adventures to be had.
And that’s the main thing, isn’t it?