Go to it when the ground is soft. Let the sun find you already there and it will not be a match for you. But if it reaches the shamba before you – hm”
A grain of wheat; Ngugi wa Thiong’o
This is how you say goodbye: You stay on the phone with a German lady with an accent so deep you can barely make out what she is saying; all this while the GPS screams at you to turn left – which I never do. I get lost horribly and decide to give up on the sky bar work event. So I drive to the beach, park my car there and take a nap.
I make some carrot juice when I get home and pour myself a glass of wine on top of that. I watch Miss Porter and gather the strength to delete your number; his too.
This monkey is a clown; I feel like being a clown for now.
Goodbye then, my darling