Through Harold’s Lens:
Before our date.
You gave me a red rose
You kissed me tenderly.
You gently lifted my left hand
You looked into my eyes
You said “will you marry me?”
You slipped a diamond on my finger
Your eyes glistened
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I leaned and kissed you gently.
I whispered “yes!”
Brunch in a Belgium Cafe
You savoring a delicious beer
I savoring you.
I dreamed of our life together
Our life values
Our education values
Our religious values
How we love to be with each other.
“In sickness and in health
Until death do us part”
Blackness enveloped our private cabin deep in the Argentina woods.
Soft pine branches brushed the roof. Candles flickered their specs of light off a crushed leather sofa. Pine logs crackled in the fireplace.
The soft, soothing sounds of Love Me Tender. The King!
I sat on the warm animal skin rug in front of the glow. A bottle of red. Uncorked. Two crystal wine glasses. Where were you?
Slowly, from the darkened doorway, your long tanned legs first appeared. Barefoot. Slinking, you walked towards me. Arms surrounding a tan, deeply furred wrap across your bare upper body. Yellow necklace tucked into cleavage.
Slowly you sat down besides me.
Fade to black.
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Only in this wild, funky, music saturated town, where the jest and the joke are commonplace, are you musically and mischiefly entertained by a pair of 33s dangling off a pretty woman’s neck.
What a sassy town!
550 Pounds Of Hungry Meat Eating Beast.
4’ feet high.
8’ feet long.
Kills by strangulation.
Eats 15’ pounds of raw meat a day.
Stalks your livestock and family outside the open door of your hut every night.
You protect yourself from the Lion with what nature provides. Cutting branches from acacia trees, with their 3” long thorns that do not bend, the Maasai weave a 6’ tall thorn fence around their villages on the Serengeti.
Out on the Serengeti, I found the draping of the Maasai beaded jewelry to be works of art.
Dressed in red sheets, (shuka), wrapped around their bodies with loads of beaded jewelry placed around their necks and arms, their appearance was one of regality. The beaded jewelry is worn by both men and women and may vary in color depending on the occasion.
The Serengeti’s late afternoon sun cast long black shadows through the sharp thorn fence surrounding her village.
Menacing black spikes grew in front of her on the vast bare earth.
The Maasai woman stood absolutely iron statue still for hours outside the front door of her one room circular home built with mud, grass, wood and cow dung. Her eyes were focused to the East.
She was waiting for her warrior husband to return from the veld.
I find it absolutely amazing that these Maasai women can create all of this beautiful jewelry out in the middle of the Serengeti, living in mud huts, surrounded by a very large thorn bush fence to protect them from the wild lions. And, these very small villages have absolutely no utilities.
To answer a question I have been asked a few times.
Yes, both Maasai men and women have holes in both their ears. It forms a major focus for jewelry as the elongated ear lobes are hung with beaded and metal ornaments.
Maasai start this when they are very young.
A slit is made in their ears and wooden plugs are inserted to stretch the slit lobe. As the slit opens more into a hole the plugs increase in size.