Dear Zambia,
I was minding my own business yesterday, dreaming idly about a big fat sausage when from the corner of my left eye I thought God had granted my wish. On a building I saw the letters “sage”. I could see that it was a partial word because some letters had fallen off. What else could it be? Sausage of course.
I stormed into that building with much enthusiasm. When I asked to see the sausages that is when the old lady said what sausages? This is a massage parlor. My heart just sunk