March Madness

Let me start by explaining the subject line of the previous posting. Imagine yourself, close your eyes it helps, ok open them you have to read the rest that was a bad bit of advice ... anyway imagine if you can a road stretching off into the distance the red sand acting like a yellow brick road through a lush green savannah interclad with banana plantations and the taste of fresh rain in the air. Ahead in the distance a small group of children peaks over the horizen to far to draw conclusion of age or sex but only to gather the outline of tiny bodies against a sky which fades to a red nearly matchin the dirt you walk upon. Almost instantly as a smile broches you hear like the call of a dying giraffe ... BYE MUZUNGO BYE MUZUNGO BYE MUZUNGO ....