Journey Through The Wild World - Chapter 1

Deep in the plains of Africa, not a single wild human roamed the grasslands. The only ‘people’ that roamed the grasses are the animals themselves, from the prowling lion to the big-footed elephant. These animals went about their daily lives peacefully. But what might occur to them would make them blissfully unaware of who they might meet next. Someone who is very well adjusted to living in the wild since Day 1.

And that person is me. I am often accompanied by Lady Penelope in roaming and playing freely in the Grasslands. Penelope was my protector, my guardian. We wore nothing, but we didn’t feel any shame. Under Penelope’s watchful eye, I would run across the grasses and try to chase butterflies which fluttered over the golden plain, while Penelope chuckled watching my hilarious antics in trying to catch one.

Whenever we felt dirty or hot, we swam freely in the water hole. You might be telling me that this is some place where the animals come to drink, but this was not only our drinking place, but our swimming place. A place to relax, splash and play together when the weather gets too humid. Penelope and I would laugh loudly as we splashed each other and showered each other in the cooling water, free of restraints and walls holding us back.

When we were tired out from a long day of play, we would lie down in the tall spindly grass and watch the world slowly go by. To us, the world was a refreshing place where everything took its time. They said that patience was the true virtue of the wild, and whatever said about it was true, believe me. I would snuggle into Penelope’s chest and start breathing gently, as I felt secure and safe in her bare arms. Penelope was the one who kept me safe and warm in the wild, even when the weather got cold. Penelope was more than just a sister, she was like a mother to me, for we are the most unique animals ever to roam the free-spirited place.

When she had the time and energy to do it, Penelope would run around on all fours chasing butterflies with me. This kind of fun activity didn’t require felt or crayons or pens like what was acquired in civilised life, because we lived in the wild, and it was our only home - perfect for two elegant, pretty women who have a free spirit.

During this fun activity, Penelope would pin me to the ground in a non-compromising position and then tickle me on my chest. I would laugh and wiggle my legs, but I couldn’t because Penelope was sitting on them, so I just begged for her to stop endlessly, until I started tickling her. She rolled over onto the floor in an endless laughing fit, and soon both of us were laughing. It was such a freeing feeling, living in the wild heart of Africa. It made us feel like wild women.

When night time rolled around, everything in the Savannah came to a standstill, as if the pause button had been pressed on the scene. Every single animal settled down to sleep in their nests or caves, their yawns of satisfaction echoing through the land. Penelope and I would lie in the grass, in our little nest, and Penelope would tell me about each Constellation that appeared via the stars that shone in the sky. In the wild, as it was written, Constellations are the gods that created our wonderful wilderness, and Penelope held all the knowledge from the moment she was raised there.

Once again, I felt safe and secure in Penelope’s arms, feeling her warmth against my body as we snuggled down to sleep amongst the long, protective grasses. No, seriously, there wasn’t any danger lurking about, but with Penelope, I felt really safe. She always made sure no scary lions or cheetahs would come and separate us, and gave a nice, soft hug to me when I needed it.

So yeah, Africa is such a wonderful place. We couldn’t ask, my friends, for anywhere else to live in, for the wild was the best place for a woman or girl to live in, to unleash her natural femininity.