
I got a special permission from my job to be absent for one
month within which I should have made it through Africa. I left with a bit of fear but no worries as I
did not know what could I worry about.
I left the North of Tanzania after traveling through the
parks and headed towards the land of the Masaai. I took an inside track, on a
broken down truck that had to carry goods to Dodoma.
I remember it so well, as if it was today, that land of dry
yellow grass, some rounded huts, like small domes. Dark mud and some twigs sticking
out. But all nice and neat. The land
around the hut was wiped nicely and clean.
I got off the truck and wanted to meet the families living
there…. A handsome Masaai came towards
me and greeted me in his way. The truck
driver tried to translate.
I liked that young tall, strong Masaai. He wanted to “marry” me…. that’s how the
translation was… most likely he only wanted an affair… I gave him a neckless I
had around my neck, he gave me his bracelet. The old lady of the village came
to meet and we all decided that I would not have been the best of the wife he should
have aimed for…. – I left with a nice kiss on my cheek, a kiss he did not know
what it was.
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