most people don’t know, and the few that do often find this ridiculous, but one of my greatest fears is old age. I really hate the thought of growing into a convalescent, unable to go to the loo unsupervised, and absolutely reliant on people around me for even the most trivial of things. it is because of this fear that i often don’t celebrate my birthday. i mean, fine i’ll have me something on the menu i don’t usually order, and what not, but all day, all i’ll be thinking is, “oh my goodness, i’m one day closer to wearing nappies!”. I also cannot remember ever having a birthday party, except maybe once when i was eight, and about nine years later when i lived with my uncle, a fervent believer in birthday cakes, when him and his family bought a chocolate cake for my birthday. we had a small celebration at home after dinner but all the while, i was petrified.
On the other hand, i am always fascinated by people who love birthday celebrations, and I’ll just as quickly jump onto any bandwagon to plan a birthday party! ironic, i know.
anyway, this year i dared myself to celebrate. after all, this has been a good year for me, and i have much to celebrate. it has not been easy though and if someone had told me last year, where my life would be this time of the year, THIS year, i would’ve thought it a cruel joke. guess we all know what they say though, “If u wanna make God laugh, tell him your plans” LOL.
but I was about to turn 24 for crying out not 75! so i decided to take time off my job (which i could not even imagine landing this time last year!), and i decided to allow myself a YOLO moment. i took a week away from work and went around visiting with close friends, having a good time. I had an awesome time. unfortunately though, i only got a camera on the day before the second leg of my visit, so all most of the pics i have are of my trip to Maun, in the Northwest part of Botswana.
a few of the great nights we had in Maun
I have a truckload of pics from all the afternoons we spent sinking into pool chairs, sipping on cocktails watching as the sun set lazily over the Thamalakane River. There are not enough words to describe my annoyance at some random girl who kept chatting us up one night at Gaborone Sun by the pool, or the hilarious conversation we had about underwear as we fought off the obese mosquitoes of Maun at The Old Bridge Backpackers.
But i had me a great time, and i hate to admit, i can barely wait to see what i’ll get up to next year.