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Tamara's Diary - March 2003 |
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Written by Tamara
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Dear Diary,
It is all Austella's fault - her and Kondo. I have told you about her Australian boyfriend right dear diary? Well, he has decided he wants to see more of Zed. Did you know that there are no recreational facilities in Zed? There is nothing to do on weekends. Nothing - nowhere to go at night either. Okay, though last month was Black History Month and the Americans had all these events to celebrate Martin Luther's birthday too. The alcohol was free (not that I was imbibing) and the conversation was interesting.
The Cage had opened for a spell, and this Voice of America DJs were touring Lusaka's Nightlife and making even really limp places like Alfa Bar kick. Not that I go to Alfa Bar. Voice of America DJs or not, Alfa Bar is oh-so beneath me. It is my "been there done that." It's like 'a dog can't return to its vomit' thing for me. Alfa bar is what I did in my hay days (Imagine having hay days to look back to and I’m only... and I’m still so young!!) I don't ever want to be that young again, please God. And I am going to stay sober to make sure!
Oh, and there were all those auditions for Big Brother Africa - not that I was taking part. (And the only reason why not is because I cannot see myself showing the entire continent the beauty of my stretch-marked thighs during shower hour). But I escorted Jane. It was such fun, actually. Now we are waiting for South Africa to get back to her.
Austella was anti the whole thing though. Come to think of it, she has been giving Jane the third degree these days. Perhaps she is beginning to suspect that Jane and Chileshe are an unofficial item? Well it is about time!! I mean, how blind can a girl be? Well I just want to be a fly on the wall.
Anyway, back to this weekend. Austella decided that she was going to take Kondo to see the hot water springs just out side Lusaka - on the road to Chongwe. The lady at Tourism Board said it was only a 45mins drive. Obviously, she has never been there.
It is in fact a one hour and thirty minute drive; two hours If you count getting lost because the stream is not visible from the road as she had promised and we passed the place and had to find a local to show us the place.
The guy - Ba Banda - was very helpful though. He threw in some local folklore and told us this story about this muzungu who had tried to build a lodge on the
land, and pipe out the spring - only the whole thing had exploded in this face - literally - and killed his two muzungu workers and left him mad. He is now apparently languishing in Chainama Mental Clinic. The spring water is considered God's water and Kondo was cautioned to pray before taking some.
But the getting there was no problem when compared to the coming back home. We had a flat tyre and in typical Tamara fashion, I did not have a spare. We had to walk a few kilometers and climb a few hills (okay, only one hill, but it was pretty steep) before my phone could pick a signal. Ofcourse, I called Will. I had to! I couldn't call Chileshe because I knew he was spending the day with Jane. I couldn't call Flint because he's in South Africa on a so-called business trip with his boss, but we all know they've gone to watch the cricket. Will told me he was in the middle of a Man United Vs Arsenal game and could only come in an hour. Pity I was desperate - and ran out of talk-time, otherwise, he could hang!
He made us wait 2 hours. TWO HOURS!!
I am not talking to him right now. Every gentleman knows you do not keep a lady waiting - especially when she calls you to play Knight in shining armor. And I don't care that it was a critical game, or that according to him, I do not have a single lady-like bone in my body! I AM A LADY DAMMIT!!
So just to prove him wrong, I am wearing dresses and skirts all this month, and ribbons in my hair. I am trading in jeans and trousers for skirts - mini, tight things that I have to be sewn in if possible, and flowery lady-like dresses. I am going to stop swearing and start expecting men to open doors and sh__ uhm...stuff for me. I am going to show him just how much of a lady I can be!
You watch this space dear diary. Just you watch me!!
We are having a gas arranging Prisca's Matebeto. Wedding arrangements are going smoothly for Prisca and Frank.
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