Creative Writing : Panic

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Avni G Mehta                02/05/07

Creative Writing : Panic

I woke up that Sunday morning, opened my eyes and was trapped. All I could see around me was white netting. What had happened? I asked myself. Then it all came flooding back to me. I was at my grandparents’ house in Nairobi, Kenya. The white netting was a mosquito net! I felt safe again. I remembered that we were going to Masai Mara that day. I jumped out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. Apart from seeing my grandparents, Ba and Bapuji, going to Masai Mara was my favourite part of visiting Kenya.

Masai Mara is the most famous safari park in Kenya. There are so many different resorts there for different things. You can go to relax in a hotel or you can experience the wonderful outdoors by staying in very modern tents. A few years ago we did just that and one night all the children who were staying in the different tents arranged to meet up at midnight. When midnight came we grabbed the torches and all met at the main base. Twenty minutes later we could hear the frantic cries of all our mothers who were looking for us. Nevertheless, we drowned out the cries with our hysterical laughter.

However, this time it was going to be different. We all piled into our Mercedes. My dad had driven along this route so many times he decided that he was going to enjoy the ride and let our driver drive. The sun was scorching hot and all eight of us were squashed into the small five seater! I was so excited. The first time I visited Masai Mara I was only three or four years old, the second time I was a bit older but we came with friends and therefore did not pay much attention to the scenic surroundings. Now it was just my family ad I was old enough to appreciate the beauty of the natural environment.

We arrived at Simba Lodge about six hours after leaving Nairobi. The lodge was deserted. Apparently it had opened recently and therefore there weren’t any other people staying there except us. With that, Ba and Bapuji said their goodbyes and returned to Nairobi.

We settled into our rooms they were gorgeous! I sat on my bed listening to my personal stereo. I was totally in another world when my dad, who had apparently been calling me for about five minutes, started shaking me.

“Yes?” I asked.

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“Come on we’re going on safari!” he replied with a little twinkle in his eye I could see that even though we had done this so many times he was excited too. Safari is one of those things that no matter how many times you do it, it is always different.

        So we set out. We had a safari van with an open top. My brother and I were standing on the seats looking out off the top while the wind hit our sunburnt faces. The feeling was amazing. We were cruising through the safari park at top speed. ...

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