Nomadic Existence


The morning swallows darted above the long evergreen grass catching their morning meal as they did. The day was heating up exponentially to its sweltering humid conclusion. The loose sand, a steaming cesspool after yet another nights rain made walking in open shoes a kids delight. The monotony of the rolling hills broken only by the occasional Zulu hut or village all culminated into a vista people would pay a lot of… Read More