Summer Blues: Life is a beach
Beautiful. I just read it. To the end. Believe me. It’s beautiful.
(First published in Next Newspapers, March 7, 2009)
I miss my wife. She is gone home to Africa to laugh with her sisters until her sides hurt, to eat mangoes until her teeth ache; and to dine on suya and sad stories until her stomach churns with the stress of too much food and information.
The children and I miss our mother and wife. The house is not the same without her. In her absence our spirits lose their nerves and their will. Maybe the ocean will help.
We will go to the ocean to play in the waters. Well, my children will play in the waters and I will stare at the sea until Africa waves back at me. So we are headed to the seaside, to the Atlantic Ocean, to feel Africa.
Dawn on the road in America. We are headed to the beach…
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