My Life in Kenya: don't the sun look angry through the trees

It has been awhile since we last checked in with our heroine. Last heard, she had been bogged down in the quagmires of the jungle. Armed only with her machette, she hacked through the treacherous weeds - only to find that once hacked through, they immediately regenerated themselves in not only 1 but 4. Hacking her way - trying to catch a glimpse of sunlight. And ultimately she did. And when she escaped the forest of tendrilous arms she rested. She was tired.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" went her radio... and a heavy sigh was pushed out from the bottom of her lungs. "You will need to head back into the jungle next week -- danger lurks on the other side. I will allow you these next couple days to refresh yourself."

And so she tried. Early in the morning when the air was still cool and the sun it's brightest glow she climbed out of her cave and onto her small stretch of land and there she worked. She planted flowers and built walls. And as she did she noticed that this one really the one thing that gave her the most pleasure. Most of the nonsense from the week before slowly drifted away. She was happy to be alone in her world. Sometimes that is for the best. Relay only on your machette...