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Perpetuating the Myth about Africa, because it’s fun

On February 19, 2010, in Africa, Education, Parenting, School, Wild Life, Wild Life Photography, by ness

Yesterday Skippy’s school teacher sent me a text message to say that the hubby and I could attend the schools assembly this morning if we wanted to.

Now since we’re doting parents and are keen to become involved in his school, we decided to go. Needless to say, as a freelancer, my usual daily attire consists of a) pjamas until I am required to leave the house or b) clothing that is just about tidy enough to leave the house with. So since this fit into the category of ‘make an effort’ I decided to go with option c) pull finger, and dress smartly. I mean moisturizing day cream was applied under the foundation, make-up, HEELS, the works people.

So off we dutifully trot to the assembly hall, the headmaster from the highschool (Skippy’s school is an independent international school where the grades go from nursery right through to International Baccalaureate), comes over and introduces himself etc.

The assembly reminded me vividly of my own high school experience, they even sang a hymn that I was familiar with from the old chapel school days.

Then they announced the stars of the week, and yes, you guessed it, our little snooky-wooky-dums was IT.

They pick a few kids every week, call them up on stage, and congratulate them (by the headmaster of the highschool section) and then name the reason why they were chosen.

I just about burst with pride and jolly nearly lost it when I heard my husband try and muffle a sniff behind me. Thank goodness I had used my mummy’s intuition and had brought my camera, so that I could capture the moment. Skip was honoured for “being a good friend to everyone, across the age spectrum, and with both boys and girls.”

I proceeded to spatter the walls of the auditorium with my insides, such was the force of my pride.

Now if I could just get him to be nice to his own brother…

But no, I don’t want to take anything away from his special moment, and I definitely think that dinner out is in order this evening because then he gets a nice reward, and of course, it means I dont have to cook or wash dishes. Win-win.

On my way home (back to my favourite grindstone) I came across this scene.

Ya-hah. Totally.

Not kidding. I was driving back from Skip’s school, took a right turn, got out my car and snapped this shot. Strue! What you don’t see, in this picture, which of course I have kept out of the shot on purpose, is the fence, that I shot through, the wine farm in the background on the other side of the hill, or any other perfectly normal suburban things. I haven’t photoshopped them out or anything, the picture is genuine from that perspective, I’ve just been selective in my framing.

So how cool is THAT?

Here’s another one, using some photoshop magic, just because I feel like it: Eat your heart out PW, we haz a wildabeezts! (I’m just kidding, love ya!)