I’m trying to have a zizz here…


Bloody mosquitoes. I hate them.
Recently in Johannesburg, I noticed helicopters flying overhead. The thump thump really bugged me and I often mentally reached for the SAM, I always keep on the jump seat, right next to the crow bar I throw into noisy motorbike’s front wheel spokes.
Trying to catch a zizz just now, I wondered how the hell a mosquito has evolved. If a helicopter sounded like a mosquito it would fall out of the sky. Listen,  next time you are lying with your eyes squeezed shut. How the hell do they manage? and they adroitly avoid my flapping hand and bad language.
Bucking floodsuckers.
Ive also noticed a similar thing with goaway birds. Have you noticed they flap flap around eating whatever it is they eat, but when a storm comes up they decide to fly around. I wonder if they know how stupid they look with their tail feathers overtaking their wings and their incredible crash-landings among the desperately waving branches. How in genetics could a bird be ‘fitted’ if it decides to fly off whenever a strong wind blows or a mosquito which flies around with dirty aviation fuel?
Maybe its not genetics, maybe it was god on a bad day.


About frankiekay

I'm an author from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. I've written a novel, Silk Threads and a few short stories. Although Frankie is a pen name, she is the me who never grew up, the crazy kid who spoke to animals, talked to the wildflowers and asked awkward questions...I love: music, the silence..., distant horizons. I hate: crowds and spending money

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