Microlight

Microlight When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning breeze rainbow spectrum gone haywire, in the azure June sky they were flaunting metallics, Kariba breams in fish eagle talons. They hovered above, the whole school was set in a frenzy nerds set books aside, watched in awe, tree-hoppers gnawing into altitude like Superman, zooming in to land ZAKA AIRSTRIP from Buffalo Range Aerodrome passing through Eaglemont, dodging murk from the hosts. The first time Gogo had seen the sun being made to shrivel like a berry in the sun by something audible was back in ‘the year of grasshoppers’, a great swarm had turned the high solar heat to warm by a massive green curtain that came down to roost with a whirr, a body, onto a village of keen locust eaters, leaving skeletal contents for the silo a celebratory mood took over, there was nothing fishy here she undid her floral *zambia swirling, bringing it down dust was confetti showers rewinding. Gogo ululated blissful as a bride, took to a prance, a new kind of dance round and round her third leg. Wakanda? A vibranium-like rod It was raining men! Airmen!