It was summer, that time of the year when my parents devoted their time to rest. I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea especially when the vacation was done in a village with a population that was sparsely distributed. The only thing I enjoy is the fruits that are freely available to fetch and the fishing culture they practice.
The day had just smile her blazing sunlight through the lane windows that were positioned on the side of the street when I heard a knock on my door. I reached for my clock and it was 8 AM already, I couldn't believe how short the night was. I shoved the duvet and allowed it to fall on the bed as I went to help mum in the kitchen.
"We shall be traveling to the village next week for the summer vacation" she started while chopping some potatoes. The idea of spending a month in the village worried me, but staying back alone in the city was something I couldn't cope with.
"How long is this vacation?" I asked, hoping it would be shorter than the usual days.
"Your dad said two weeks, he had other things to catch up with in the office"
My joy knew no bound, a smile escaped my lips, two weeks had been taken off from whatever horrific experience I would encounter, I said within myself. Unfortunately, what awaited me was the best vacation ever.
A week later, my parents and I traveled to Lahunta, a small village surrounded by mountains. Their major occupation was farming and fishing. The sparsely populated village was blessed with fruits and beautiful vegetation. Unlike the city, it was quiet , and that was the reason my parents love to spend the vacation there. It was there I met Rifkatu, a girl who was my age mate and soon we became friends. She was jovial and speaks English fluently, she had also come to the village for the vacation. She was an extrovert who likes to socialize, a complete opposite of me, but she wasn't ready to allow me to enjoy my introverted comfort as she dragged me into joining the activities that were done in the village. We went fishing together, and sometimes went swimming. She was a good climber, she would climb a tree and drop some fruits while I sat beneath the tree eating the fruits she had thrown.
A night before our departure, the village organized a cultural dance party. Rifkatu taught me how to dance to the cultural rhymes. We watched people display their skills and it was an awesome experience to behold. I didn't feel like leaving again. Rifkatu and I were both sad, we sat beside a campfire all through the night discussing our experiences and both cried knowing we had just the night before I traveled to the city. It was a vacation to remember with Rifkatu as a friend.
