Sunday morning

I woke up in the morning to find Megan sleeping very close to me, her arm was on my body. I gently raised her arm and got off the bed, letting it rest on the bed. Staring at her for a few seconds, I turned around and headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth.

My first day in Botswana was not that bad, aside from the stress of the day and the drama of the evening, everything went smoothly. I had met this African lady who worked at one of the bars, she was nice to me. I had learnt that she was of both Nigeria and South African descent, and I think she inherited the best of both sides.

Her name was Ugochi and even after several attempts at pronouncing it correctly, I still suck. She wouldn’t stop laughing each time I pronounced it, perhaps something to do with my accent. With them, the pronunciations were just deeper.

For some reason, I was glad that MB had left me behind, else I would have never gone down to that bar nor met my new friend. I caused quite a stare last night, I had at lea