Meeting someone famous can be a nerve-wrecking thing
Especially if it is someone known for killing…….
So one day without an appointment with said Mr. Famous
I came to meet the one known as Africa’s most dangerous
Chilled out and walking in the beautiful African bush
When my sixth sense sensed that something is amiss
eyes peeled and looking even behind like a chameleon, frozen and throbbing pulse
Where and what is this thing which my senses tell me is around
Suddenly out of “nowhere” dashed this very long black reptile
Something; what exactly I do not know; hopefully not me
Invaded his personal space and triggered his irritation level
I was just too grateful to not be in the way of the bite
…. Otherwise I would not be here writing you the story of the Black Mamba
