since I’ve posted. But I’ve been in Africa. Without internet. Until tonight.
I’m sitting in a joint in Zanzibar missing Sara and Grace and Ruth.
It’s hot, but the beer tonight is cold.
Tonight, for the first time in a week I’ll be able to take a shower.
With hot water.
I’ll begin sweating the minute I step out of the shower.
Tomorrow I go back to Dar es Salaam.
Then to Jo’burg.
Then to Lilongwe.
Then to Mchinji.
Then, reverse all that and I’ll go home.
Tonight, I’ll sit in the heat, smoke the hookah, and dream of the cold.