I have a very funny uncle that
I haven’t seen in a very long time! He told me a story of how he went drinking
with some friends in rural Mutare, Zimbabwe. On his return home, he found the
river he wanted to cross in order to get there flooded. Aided by his Dutch
courage, he told himself he could easily swim across. Midway, the tide
overpowered him and he was swept away. Fortunately for him, there were people
around and they managed to rescue him and took him home. The next day, when he
was sober, they came to ask him why he had concentrated on raising his hand
above the water to avoid water getting into his beer bottle instead of freeing
that arm to swim to safety. He only laughed foolishly.
What reminded me of this story
was something that happened to a friend’s brother. A gas stove exploded and his
dreadlocks and shorts somehow caught fire. While his head was up in flames, he
was more worried about extinguishing the fire on his shorts because he was
petrified of the
thought of the family jewels getting
roasted. I would have been more worried about protecting my face and most
importantly my brain!
Well, different strokes for
different folks :).
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