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A meeting of minds

In my role as an engineer with a strong interest in drone technologies, I sometimes get to go to interesting places. A recent one was the Royal Lebombo National Park in Eswatini (used to be called Swaziland), a small country embedded in South Africa and bordered by Mozambique. I was there to test some AI that I had developed and embedded in one of our rhino-monitoring drones.

I arrived at RLNP in the late afternoon, where I was to be met by a ranger named Funani, but he apparently had taken ill, so according to the WhatsApp I received while driving, I was going to be met instead by a very bright young trainee ranger named Lerato. She met me at the gate, and I have to admit that not staring at her was probably the most difficult thing I have ever done. She had to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in person in all of the sixty-seven countries I have visited.

She was tall, a perfect ebony model shape, with long natural dreadlocks.

“Stefano,” I said, shaking her offered hand.

“Lerato,” she replied, an incredible smile lighting up her face and brightening her large dark eyes.

“I guess you know I am here to test some drones,” I said.

“Yes, we will do that tomorrow,” she replied. “I have been asked to help you get settled and then take you for supper.”

“Oh, I am lucky,” I blurted. “Sorry, I mean, it is nice to meet you.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling at my gaffe.

“So they said you are new here,” I said. “How did you come to work here?”

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... have done a masters in wildlife biology in Johannesburg, and I wanted to come home and apply what I learned,” she replied. “I had studied your drone work, and I was so happy to volunteer when Funani came down with the flu.”

The conversation went on like that while she took me to the guest cottage and helped me get settled. She left me then, saying she’d be back to get me for supper in about half an hour.

I watched her leave, and I was totally smitten. She was not only beautiful, she was smart, nice, and dedicated to her work. I would have to be careful, I would not want to be seen looking or acting inappropriately.

I took a shower and changed clothes after the drive. I had just finished getting ready when Lerato returned. She had gotten out of her ranger uniform and was wearing the cutest bluish-grey dress that emphasized her form, and her lovely breasts that seemed not to be constrained in a bra. I smiled from my head to my toes.

“We are going to eat at the tourist restaurant,” she said. “I have been given a budget.”

We walked down the hill, among some beautiful old trees that included a sausage tree covered in the strange sausage fruit.

“One of my favourite trees,” I said.

“They have beautiful flowers,” she said. “Pollinated by fruit bats.”

We entered the restaurant and were seated at a nice outside table with a view of the sky, orange from the recent sunset.

We made small talk, talked about poaching and the challenges it brought, discussed drones ...