Yey!! 😀The weekend’s here everybody. 🍔🍹🥂🍨🏖 🛵🏊♂️⛹♂️ As always, it’s time to eat and drink and take ourselves on a little tour to the moon. Let’s go. 🌜🧑🦯👨🦽🏃♀️🏃.
Weekends are a great time to reconnect with family and friends, and to go partying if you’re a social butterfly, or to turn the pages of that novel you’ve often craved for, or watch a movie if you’re a movie aficionado like me… time to do just anything usefully relieving. But before you turn off your data to spend some time away, let’s have some fun together, shall we? 😊🤝
I love talking about my childhood memories because, for some reason, they hold a dear space in my heart. Today’s tour is about a cow that contributed to the person I am today. Don’t you want to know how? 😃🤗
Well, it goes that when I was in high school, form four (the final class in that level in my country, back then), we had only one cow in our home and her two-year old heifer. The rest had been sold to carter for our school fees.
Her name was Phoebe and I loved her so much because not only was she the only physical wealth left standing but also the last sign of our long-lived livestock keeping culture.
One day, however, she ruined my moods and I would have beaten her to death out of frustration. 😒😀 It was a Saturday like this, except it had rained devastatingly in the afternoon. Phoebe was pregnant again and had been teethered along with her young daughter in a green grazing patch outside our home.
When later in the evening I went to bring her home, I met a rude shock. She had pulled and cut off the rope that tied her to a tree and had moved into a nearby leafy maize plantation. She was greedily and arrogantly breaking and chewing the maize stalks! Eish! I almost cried. That was nonchalantly inviting trouble.
I picked up a stick and rushed into the plantation to drive her out. I hit and hissed at her in sotto voce tone, lest the owner of the farm who was staying only a few meters away hear us and charge. Of course she responded appropriately by walking out. But when I tried to talk her towards home, she turned and glanced at me, and what resembled a sarcastic smile featured on her face. Then she raised her left leg and tried to kick me but missed. 🐄🤪.
Before I would think of any proper action to take, she jumped up childishly in front of me and took off. I went after her but, suffering catfish, she was too fast and I wouldn’t catch up.
Now here is what disgusted me most. Phoebe turned the chase into a hide and seek! She would playfully run ahead of me and hide in a thicket, and when I found her, she would rush out again and hide in another. What the heck!
I don’t know whether she was deliberately hurting me or thought we were having some real fun. Personally I wasn’t enjoying it even in the least way possible. It had rained “donkeys and cows” and the whole area was muddy, the air scaldingly cold. I didn’t even have a sweater on or gumboots on my feet. I was supposed to be indoor trying to keep warm.
The ‘game’ went on and off until we were both forlagen and she wilfully decided to lead the way home. At that point, I felt like plucking out a tree from the ground and hitting her in recompense for the pain she had caused me that evening. But I forgave her.
Later, my mum would tell me that Phoebe’s sprightly and playful nature was as a result of her pregnancy. I wondered.
The following Monday morning, I was sent home for school fee and mum had no choice. The main exams were just about and, of course, she wouldn’t fancy her kid staying at home. Phoebe and her daughter were the only choice. I watched with gloom as the man she had called to take the two to the market led them out of the kraal and away. I couldn’t withstand it; I walked back into the house heaving with emotions. 😔😢
It’s weekend. Have some fun. See you here again next Saturday. Meanwhile keep reading our posts.