Fly Killer

This is my confession. I am a fly killer. No, I do not feel any remorse. I have spent more minutes than I care to admit chasing one around the room and waiting for the perfect slap-clap-it-in-between-my-hand moment. I think this hatred for flies really began when I came to MI. I probably have received more bites here than all the times put together that I have been in Ghana or anywhere else, what is that about? No, I do not open my window and gently try to coax the fly out- NO- I wage war on all species of flies. They shall NOT prevail! As the Qohelet wrote "the race is not for the swift" (the fly).

This early evening I was coming back from the library, whistling, enjoying the sunshine and the chirping of the birds (ok here the birds chirp allllllll day long). Another student called me and came over to say hi so we stood together for few moments chatting and then I knew it...those pesky mosquitoes were pinching my blood! You know what really gets me? They find the exact location of your prominent blood vessels in what must be milliseconds and then they land. Uuggggghh. I ran back to my room and managed to soothe my poor leg with some Shea butter. From that moment I made a vow of enmity against these and other small winged creatures.

There you have it, my confession. If you happen to pass by and hear me shouting insults in English and Twi then its not to another human its to the silly fly. Or if you see my head held high in the air while squinting my eyes (sniper style) its so I can better focus on my target. I am a fly killer...a serial one. I will stop at nothing to eliminate those winged creatures who dare invade my space and even layers of my epidermis. This I vow.

Signed: The Fly Killer

P.S. I was going to put up a picture of a fly to illustrate my point but I couldn't bring myself to even choose a picture-that's how much I hate the things!