As I am tending to my goats this cloudy Sunday (got a Christian name but haven't gone to church two decades now{but hey who's counting?}).
I transverse through the shrubs and trees, using my panga to cut lowlying branches to feed them goats since it's hasn't rained in this parts for the last one month, with the exception of the day before yesterday and yesterday and the shrubs are shedding off their leafs leading to insufficient pastures.
I become alert as I hear some moans right ahead, I walk stealthily prepared with my tending staff and panga, thinking it must be a python attacking my flock, shock on me it's the choirmasters at the local AIC church engaging in gland to gland combat with the shopkeeper's wife, I avert my eyes and mind my business, when adults commit adult-ery whom am I to interfere?.
Walking away as I watch the darkening clouds my flock is leading me home, animals have a sixth sense, I am sure they don't want to be rained on.
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