It’s Friday, the sun is shinning, party mood in the air, clubs advertising their happy hour discounts everywhere and they are promising that the week-end will be full of festivities and motor shows. Let me tell you what my current mood is though,…
I’d rather be in my village with my grandma, in my gumboots, the smell of the dung in the air as I milk the protuberant under of my grandma’s cow. Chitchat with her as we take a stroll through the garden checking on the now budding maize plants.
But am here!