Jackie's Forget Me Nots

No vase can overflow if you never fill it up.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take a Chance on Me.” What’s the biggest chance you ever took? Did it work out? Do tell!

My chance to see another part of the world and to travel overseas was when my Dad asked me and my sister to go with him to Zaire one summer . Destination Muanda. This was a chance I took except my sister didn’t want to go. Even though it was going to be just my dad and I, I still looked forward to it. It was a dream come true.

The most fun I had was just relaxing on the beach with my ghetto blaster listening to a cassette of Supertramp. I was only 14 but could’ve passed for a few years older, probably because I had big boobs :p Anyway, my chance to go on a Safari through Kenya was lost I think because I kinda disobeyed my dad and snuck out one night to meet a foreign guy I’d met at a disco the previous evening. *hangs head in shame*. It was all my fault. I was told to come to his tent on the beach . I was surprised I even remembered that information because I’d had a bit too much to drink. Suffice it to say it’s no secret I lost my virginity . My dad must’ve known but I never told him what happened . We didn’t speak much to each other because I’d put up a struggle with him to get out the door in the middle of the night. Dad if you’re reading this : “I’m sorry. I wish I listened” Too late now though. I’d ruined the whole thing.

Life went on with a chance of redeeming myself but when I unexpectedly met someone whose name was Colin, I made the same mistake. I wish we’d only been friends because I had a really great time with him as it meant I didn’t have to be by myself cause that got kinda boring. He could drive too . I think he was 17 so we were close in age and he was from London.

Muanda Zaire wasn’t anything but two buildings. One was a restaurant/hotel and the other building was like a motel/office space. It came equipped with a cleaning lady who did my laundry 🙂 and outside down the corridor/hall was where my dad had his office. He was the manager for an oil rig. I could walk to the beach though.

Sometimes my dad would take me to the rig and we’d eat in the mess hall with his crew. I tried duck for the first time. It was very greasy and I’d never ate it again although the meals were good . Anyway another thing I got to do was ride in a helicopter along the muanda border and the Atlantic ocean. It was very exciting but the offshore rig was not my cup of tea. It was like a big ship that rocked heavily back and forth.

I cherish the memories of Zaire. I wish I could explain how different it was like riding in landrovers over sandy roads on the rivets. I also saw little monkeys swinging in the trees and all kinds of birds . Along the sides of the road there were long hanging vines from giant trees just like the ones in Tarzan. I was in the jungle.

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