Obwocha exchanges his office coat for the stained and slightly ripped apron that Don stores for him. “The kie apple hedges are still uneven, can’t you see?” Don mumbles. He takes large strides as Don pants behind with crates of meat to be refrigerated. Obwocha goes straight to the house, never stops to admire the trimmed kie apple hedges, the red Nandi flame petals or to pick up the fallen avocados. Obwocha, firm handshake and smile, greets the aproned Don who opens the gate. Obwocha arrives in his car with fresh meat for the next day. Thereafter we hear chunks of meat dropping into plastic feed buckets. Just before sunset, grunting sounds accompany the tak tak tak of the axe meeting the wood below the meat. Always, Don dresses in the same stained coat, patches of old and new blood. Obwocha’s employee, Don the gardener-caretaker-cook, chops meat on an old log. We assume that he will apply for a wildlife-hunting license so that he can forage at the game reserve for duikers, wildebeests, warthogs and hyenas to supplement the dog diet. ![]() All we ever see, as he does not need a concrete fence like us, is that these dogs consume more mutton, beef and maybe even more donkey meat than we cook for our annual neighborhood end-of-year party. He sprints from his parked car, always bothered about the quality of meat for his canine family. Obwocha’s flat forehead has been a fixture at the supermarket, at the butchery and now at the nearest slaughterhouse. We anticipate the startled newcomer’s unhurried drive or walk along that road until the noise invites them into our reality. We constantly shift between staying away and being close enough to hear all of it. Behind the green walls we hear echoes of something loud it scratches our hearts, it booms and goes on unceasing. We do not know how many dogs live inside the shed but over the years we hear Obwocha mimic the gentle puppy cries that mature into deep and low-pitched barks, more beast than doglike. The other half is an open space that lets in sunshine, rain, and wind with the pieces of outdoor debris that it carries. Half the shed is roofed with the same green corrugated iron sheet. Hopefully my writing can be an escape for others, a chance to forget about everything.Next to Obwocha’s blue house with red clay tiles on the roof, there is a shed made of tall green corrugated iron sheet walls surrounded by twisted barbed wire. For people to read my writing, and enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoy writing it, is what excites me. Getting my writing published to a wider audience has been a goal of mine for years. Being able to bring happiness and enjoyment to others. I love getting caught up in a fictional world and investing in the characters.ģ. Like photography, reading is another avenue of escape. ![]() I try to attend as much stand-up comedy as I possibly can. ![]() ![]() I enjoy binging on any good TV series, such as The Simpsons and Sherlock. For me, photography is an escape – it gives me a chance to get out and capture nature and the landscape. Studying the Bachelor of Arts allows some freedom, and helps me to keep my options open.Ģ. At school, I also didn’t get much of a chance to do Media Studies, which is a subject that I highly enjoy. I chose this course because I wanted to further explore my writing. I am currently studying Bachelor of Arts, with a major in Writing and Media & Screen Studies.
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