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A Future Settled in AfricaA future settled in Africa
14/06/2018 Present, Tsavo National Park, Kenya
The sweat drips of my forehead in tight beads as I swat away the constant-returning flies. It's very hot today, around 28 degrees centigrade. I will phone my partner later to tease the typical behaviour of British weather grey and wet. What a luxury to be somewhere warm.
In Kenya the colossal orange sun sits boldly in the atmosphere, kicking out shades of radiant reds and orange. The sun is not afraid to play here, selfishly sucking grounds dry and leaving trees twisted and dehydrated. Habitants of the local villages have taken several aching trips back and forth across the four-mile stretch in order to retrieve any safe water. How their muscles must ache from the strain of the heavy barrels resting on their necks and slugged over their shoulders, but they never complain.
14/06/2012 Lincoln University, UK
"Could you really work in Africa after you graduate?" my oldest lecturer asked me over h
Alluro - Prologue and The Beginning
© Emma Websdale
That moment, when every emotion has been strung out, every thought stretched to snapping, when your head is screaming and your chest is numb from the sick palpitations your heart has sputtered out. When you feel like you are made from the thinnest glass, likely to shatter into a million fragments of pent-up anxiety at any given moment. But do you show it? Of course you don't show it. Because doing so means revealing weakness and vulnerability. Being vulnerable in this game is a risk. A deadly one at that. Smile.
You pretend everything is okay on the outside, you even laugh. But, you can feel the darkness eating away at your flesh from the inside, crawling into your lungs, crushing your breath and tugging at your too-fast heart.
Laugh again, yes, that's right, you have everyone fooled, laughing with you. You have them right at your fingertips.
Turn your head to the anxious pairs of eyes that are relying on
Natures Geek"Wow, wow! Look look!" I pointed down at the river as we came closer to the smile of the mouth. It was cool here as the gently expanded branches of trees, interlocked with one other, making a green swayed family of shadow. It was the perfect spot during a day of an unexpected heat wave.
"What's that love?" My partner loved seeing the crazy spark of passion in my eyes even if it was over the simplest, unnoticeable things to others.
"Just look in the river at the shadows of the trees."
He gazed down; a big smile reached his ears. "Wow, it's beautiful."
I could not help my inner excitement as it fed my face with laughter and comfort. I loved nature; I was a sucker for it and anything picturesque I could never leave alone as it would wrap me up in enthusiasm and passion. Nature allowed my to feel alive, giving me the strength to wash away any damages and humanities errors. Instead I got to witness freedom in its diverse blossom of colours and scents.
The shadows fell across the gent
A Future Settled in AfricaThe sweat drips of my forehead in tight beads as I swat away the constant-returning flies. It's very hot today, around 34 degrees centigrade. I will phone my partner later to tease the fact that it is raining and grey back home in England, but it's never like that here in Kenya.
In Kenya the colossal orange sun sits boldly in the atmosphere, kicking out shades of radiant reds and orange. The sun is not afraid to play here, selfishly sucking grounds dry and leaving trees twisted and dehydrated. Villages here have to take several aching trips back and forth across the four-mile stretch in order to derive any safe water. But they never complain. Despite the heavy bottles they have to strain on their skulls and slug over their shoulders.
I remember my lecturer from the University of Lincoln ask me, "But could you really work in Africa after you graduate?"
"Yes," I replied with no hesitation, "Why ask such a thing?"
"Because I have spent over several months in Africa and will never return."
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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