Loitering in Morwa

I sit on the stoep with the laptop, drink my coffee and look at the eagle circling high in the sky. We’re a bit late today, 7:00 instead of 6:00, because the heavy rain, lightning and thunder last night kept us awake. The neighborhood kids already left for school, so I miss my ‘good mornings’ and waves. We’ll have a look at the river later this morning, to see if it broke it’s banks again. This is one of the most beautiful things on earth, a usually very, very dry country that suddenly gets a lot of rain. It’s like everything was waiting, covered under dust, to blossom, bloom, and be vividly alive. All this green and flowers. The cows, goats and donkeys are fat.
Yesterday evening we went to Morwa, a small village in between Gabs and Mochudi, to meet friends from a friend. Sitting on the stoep of their house, almost on top of the hill, we had a magnificent view of the sunset above Boka dam, which is full now. We thought we were just going for a drink in the nearby bar, but it was the works in their house – after drinks on their veranda a very nice dinner. We already decided Morwa is number one on our list to escape the next Dutch winter, and Pelo & Jeff will help us look for a place to stay.
Morwa also will be the place for Brams 50th Bday party. The Dutchman’s bar has a big separate veranda where our handful of guests easily fits (unless the guys bring all their girlfriends…). Hille will organize a mussadi to make some bogobe, soup, beef, morogo and salads, so we can have a nice afternoon of loitering, eating and drinking.