NO SAFARI HERE.

This is no National Geographic Africa. There are no Lions chasing wildabeasts. I would search back in my childhood to find description, to those books that start off with "in a land far-far away..." On my way to school in the morning I pass men wrapped in heavy wool blankets perched atop a donkey on their way to the dusty fields. The land is harsh and rocky, with tall aloe plants dotting the landscape. I woke up to a dusting of snow and the condensation on my tin roof dripping onto my sleepy face. Whoa, wake-up call. My Sesotho (the language) is improving with baby steps. I stumble over the clicks and feel generally incompetant most of the time, but we're getting there. My hands are freezing as I'm typing, so I'll sign out for now.