I was totally unsatisfied with my story so did a little re-write – For those of you who did not read it before, the comments may make less sense!

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I was going to say, Good Monday Evening… but it’s already past midnight so, officially Tuesday here in my neck of the woods.  I’ve been trying to write this little story since Saturday morning but kept changing it and then life got in the way.   So, I hope you don’t mind my very late entry (again) this week!

This week Pegman takes us deep in the heart of Southern Africa, to Botswana. You’ll find both streetview and photospheres within its borders. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write a 150-word story, poem, essay, article, screenplay, song, or limerick. Bonus points if you can write a 150-word haiku.

Feel free to wander within the borders of Botswana and chose your own slice of inspiration. Or, you can use the photo provided with the prompt.

NOTE: In putting together this post, I wound up browsing the photospheres in the safari country in Northern Botswana. I saw amazing things I’ve never seen anywhere else. So what I’m trying to tell you is the intrepid searcher will be rewarded by poking around up here. It’s a treasure chest of inspiration.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

All are welcome! Please consider joining this international group of globe-trotting writers.

Return to Botswana

“We’re moving back to Botswana,” Munira told me.

“Why?  We were just starting to get to know each other.  What about the kids?”

“They are staying behind.  They are all in college or university.  They don’t want to be uprooted and neither do I.”

After twenty-five years of living in Canada, her husband felt he needed to return to his home, to his family.  Munira didn’t want to go and leaving her kids behind was pure torture but as a good wife…

“Don’t worry, my friend.  We are here if they need us.  For anything.  Put your worries aside.”

“I know.  It’s one of the only reasons I can allow myself to be dragged away.”

“It’s probably best if you do leave.  I think I may have ended up being a bad influence on you,” I said with a wink.

“Shoot!  That’s an extra reason to not want to leave…”