Taming of the Ostrich
A few years ago I was walking around my neighborhood, minding my own business. Two men whom I had never seen before approached me, speaking a strange language.
“Who are they? What do they want? Are they a threat?” I wondered silently and watched them from the corner of my eye.
The one closer to me held a stick by his face and it began to make noise. I was in shock.
“What is this? Witchcraft?” I reeled. Then it became pleasant. I lost myself in the whistling. I began to dance in a way I never had before. I was mystified. It was like my consciousness had been taken over by a higher power.
I regained my footing and left as the man nearest to me shouted something in a pleasant tone.
I will never forget that day.