It’s Independence Day in Namibia, and I went for a run. Nothing out of the ordinary, just 40 minutes of the road, nature and I. But I didn’t know what I would learn.
I saw a couple of familiar faces as we slogged along. Then, as I was winding down, I was taught a lesson about keeping my mouth shut when an insect flew onto my welcoming tongue. Arghh, but I lived, and the insect unfortunately didn’t. May it rest in peace.
Then I met a friend, who told me he is doing 33 kilometers of running, one for every year of independence. Wow, I thought. Who would have thought of that, such a gesture to the Land of the Brave.