Sunday, August 5, 2012
A couple laughs that I call Life.
The Goat Incident:
This afternoon I walked home from the clinic and found a single white baby goat trapped inside my compound. Eyes wide, the poor little goat trotted around aimlessly searching for a way out. I smiled to myself and opened the gate thinking I would just be able to chase the little guy out so he could go find his mom. What I thought would be a simple task turned into a 20 minute fiasco. The stupid goat wouldn’t even let me get near it without scampering off in the wrong direction. After sprinting around my yard, having the neighbor children laugh at me, and clapping and jumping at the goat, I watched as it FINALLY scuttled outside the gate. I wiped a drip of sweat off my forehead and couldn’t help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. I smiled, as the one word that swirled around my head was, “FREEDOM!”
Just a normal afternoon in Gobojango.
I never want to do laundry again.