Wish you were here #5

[your name here], I saw the zebra again!

This time, I was digging potatoes in a small garden the villagers have cleared in the forest when I heard the noise. The other ladies were on the far side of the garden, and there in the forest not three metres away was the zebra, watching me. It took a step closer; it did too. Then it turned and looked over its shoulder, as if waiting for me. I dropped my hoe. But the ladies called to me at that moment, and the zebra was lost among the red-tipped boughs of the forest.

I suppose these little excitements are nothing compared to the goings on at home. I wonder what you're doing, and how you are. I wonder it often.

Alida x

Wish you were here #6