Some Short Stories
Hello to all my faithful followers. I am in Lusaka now getting my work permit, getting my embassy card, money, and meetings. The embassy card is kind of cool, because it is like a get out of jail free card if anyone tries to mess with me. Here are a few short stories from the village. I will be returning to the village on Thursday and probably won't be out again until sometime in late February or early March.
The day I returned to my village, the headman had died. So, everyone was at his funeral. He was between 104 and 107 years old depending on who you asked. Seeing how there are no birth certificates in the village nobody will ever really know. Seeing as how the average life expectancy for Zambians is 37, I would say that he did pretty well for himself. I went to meet him once and he was surrounded by people, like a kind of living legend. They actually respect old people here. What a concept.
Did you know that a bush cat sounds like a lion when it is circling your house in the middle of the night hissing and spitting for unknown reasons?
Want to grow marijuana in Zambia? Here is what you have to do according to one of my farmers. Take some weed down to the Magistrates office, role a joint, smoke it in front of them. Then they ask you some questions while you are stoned and if you perform well you are awarded a certificate that says you are legal to grow and smoke marijuana to your hearts content.
I was following on of my farmers down a bush path on our bikes the other day when we came to a down hill slope. I noticed him slowing down, but I couldn't figure out how, because none of their bikes have brakes. Then I noticed that he was using the back of his bear footed heal against his back tire to slow himself. He turned around and smiled at me and said "foot brake."
That's all for now. Check back soon.
posted by Devin Smyth @ 4:56 AM
5 Comments:
Glad you had some time to blog today...we look forward to your stories. Thanks anyway, but I like the brakes that came with my bike.
Love,
M.
Dude, you needed Old Daisy when that cat was circling your house. "It's coming from over there and over there."
Once shot from that Elephant gun and you wouldn't have anything near your house for the rest of the night!
nnnnnnrrrrrrrrroooowwwwwwwwwwwwww
Ah-- have you seen the layers of skin that some people can get on their heels, when they don't wear shoes? I had the makings of that calloued heel effect when I was a kid in Zimbabwe.
Just caught up on your blogs. You are going to need that get out of jail free pass if the fish pond isn't working and you have to start a reefer farm.
Stay away from the crocs.
Spence
No doubt about it. I am going to package up Old Daisy and write "religious materials" on it immediately. I hope that it will fit into your PO box...and I hope that you can find beebies. That hell-cat doesn't stand a chance.
I think by now I owe you a real letter. For news, the Pittsburgh Steelers just won the Superbowl and the Republicans are starting to eat each other alive over corruption, spying and the issue of immigration.
By the way, nothing you catch in Africa counts towards your totals in Mammoth...just wanted you to know so that you don't come tellin no stories.
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