Whirlwind

Today in a week, my job as a reporter at the newspaper ends. Unbelievable, what has happened in the space of nine months. Unhappy and fat, I began my first job as a writer. Withing weeks I knew that I had finally found the job of my dreams. I wrote, and they paid me. Yes, they did not pay much, but nontheless it was my break through.
And in a week, I head off, towards new waters, new rivers and probably a crocodile or two. While I am leaving the media, for a while, I know that I'll be back. It is that knowledge that keeps me going now.

On the first of June I begin work at a lodge situated close to the hear of Hartman's Valley, near the Kunene and on the border of Angola. Rural does not begin to describe this isolated luxury post, catering to the needs of the few who can afford it. It will be a privilege to work in such a pristine environment. I'll also get up close and personal to the Himba tribes from whom the lodge rents the land. I'm quite excited about that, and look forward to my experiences with them.

The good news, is that it is not permanent. I'll be coming back to the world of news very soon. Sooner than I at first thought was possible. Yesterday, out of the blue, I got a call from one of the major national newspapers operating in Namibia. They offered me a job. So, soon, after a bit of time out, serving the privileged, I'll be back again, kicking the ass of the privileged. Such fun. Such brilliance. Such sunshine (I'm trying to talk like Tom Schmooze, who doesn't seem to be able to utter a single sentence without using 'brilliant', fantastic, adorable, absolutely and amazing).

So, I'm looking forward to the absolutely amazing privilege of serving and then kicking. Serve. Kick. Serve. Kick. Yay.

In the meantime, I'll keep on writing here on a regularly basis. This is after all, the absolute right time, to continue blogging on "Rural Adversities."