Talking To the Elephant
It was my turn to take care of the elephant last week.
It asked how I and the rest of humans have managed to talk to him.
It was a very interesting question and it blew my mind.
Later that day, I went back to my room after my job.
I locked the door, and crawled under my bed in a tight circular ball and started crying.
My mind was blown and I was not sure how I was going to get it back.
This was not a terrorist attack, it just happened.
To be honest, it was completely my fault, I let it happen.
The next day, I got up and spent about an hour preparing myself. I put on makeup, brushed my teeth, put deodorant, did a few readings and solved some problems, sagged my pants a little bit and put on my favorite hat. Then I went down stairs where the elephant was waiting for me.
We went for a two step.
Copyright © Elie Barongozi | Year Posted 2016
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