School's out for 5 weeks, and lazy days
give way to long, dark, cold winter nights, with the skies at dusk turning to
a magical mixture of magenta and purple vs. the deep reds and orange
hues during summer. But like the sunsets, Botswana and it's people, don't exactly
have, what I would call real Razzle Dazzle, so I'm sitting here thinking how to create my own Razzle Dazzle.
Don't get me wrong, there are many great places to see in Botswana, and the wildlife is tremendous, but the bland food, the
same song sung and one dance all day long at XMAS, the lack of a vibrant outdoor
market, and more... is not always Dazzling the Razzle in me.
So not wanting to cause trouble or
anything to get things lively, a novel fell into my hands that I
wouldn't normally read, and so on this night, instead of stirring the
village up, I lit some candles, and transported my mind to Scotland.
Now there's a place that has some Razzle Dazzle, and...... lots of
ghosts! Yet, of all the genres out there, horror would surely be the
one which I rarely would read or watch alone in a foreign country. However, I do like the thought of ghosts, dark spooky
tales, a supernatural edge to things, and this night needed something badly! So I hunkered down
with a spooky book that was at times damn creepy, and the weird thing was, I
found myself scared and couldn't stop myself from reading. Yes, and
being the coward that I am, I read with one eye shut, clutching my
pillow, having Keoki sleep on my so called couch next to me, and my
cell phone near by---just in case some Poltergeist decides to put
some Razzle Dazzle in a small Botswana village.
There is something about a good ghost
story that makes you wanna look or read even if you try not to. But
really, it's the psychological aspects of horror stories that are
fun. When I found myself hurdled on the couch, peeking through my
fingers at the pages, or wondering if I should text someone instead
of scream, that's when I knew I was having a good time. It's a rush
of adrenaline---the thrill of a too fast heart beat, or maybe I'm
just a gal in the Peace Corps with a ghost complex needing a little
thrill, but whatever the reason, I'm enjoying the uncanny atmosphere that unsettled me, and the
Razzle Dazzle of it all.
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