Dumela!

The original Stomp.

Speaking of subjecting younger siblings to one’s megalomaniacal whimsje te présente ‘Tswana-Kiki.’

As diplobrats, we were afforded the great luxury of traveling the world & experiencing cultures vastly different from our own. Perhaps because I spent a good deal of my formative years in various parts of Africa, I remember it most fondly.

This is an analog photo of Kiki that I snapped way back in the last century (I will never, ever tire of saying that). We had so much fun taking these pictures — most of which turned out blurry because either I was laughing too hard or Kiki was running away from me too quickly.

Although the two of us can make a fair racket with our shells, neither of us has mastered the fine art of balancing baskets on our heads.

& to appease my sister for posting this old photo of her cute beh-beh legs, I might one day recount my English riding experiences in the Kalahari. ¹

Sala sentle,

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¹ It involves Fruity Pebbles cereal & copious amounts of vomit. Actually, that’s pretty much the whole story.
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2 Responses to “Dumela!”

  1. Kiki says:

    You forgot the important part about the horseback riding story—the part where you bolted off the horse the wrong way while it was walking. Ahahaha.

    • Angelica says:

      Wait … are you referring to my graceless upside-down dismount, coupled with that mid-air hurl onto the gorgeous, untainted desert sand? Those snakes will forever crave the taste of regurgitated Fruity Pebbles, I’m telling you.


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