Christmas Day

I have been home all day, haven't dared venture outside because of sheer laziness and my fear of fire works. I have a headache. Must I blame it on the world?

I never went to Mayela last night. I changed my mind after seeing the number of police patrol vehicles on the roads last night - I intended to drink and drive (non toxic I mean!)

Speaking of police cars, I marvel at the numbers of new vehicles that have been deployed on the roads and yet, the police never have transport when you need assistance. Typical.

A good friend asked to drop by this afternoon and I dread the knock on the door that will pluck me out of my sudden love for decadence (as if!)

I hope you all have had a fantastic holiday and are spending whatever is left of it with your family and friends.

Did I mention that am writing s book? Below an extract;

Taonga reached for her friends hand and for a fraction of a second, her friend hesitated. After what appeared like ages, Mwamba put her hand in Taonga's and as their fingers interlocked, Mwamba felt a surge of warmth flash through her.

In that moment, she wondered if she was existing in a dream, in a scene stolen from one of those exaggerated western sitcoms that her grandmother had warned her about and she shivered.

'This is Africa.' She thought. 'Zambia and I, an 18 year old Bemba girl from Mporokoso.'
She turned and stared into Taonga's beautiful brown eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
She was in unfamiliar territory but it felt so right. She understood that these feelings were illegal, un Zambian, un African but in that moment, she couldn't care much about the consequences...

It was Mwamba's first semester at the University of Zambia, Great East campus in Lusaka.