It’s yet another pleasantly warm day in this tropical part of East Africa. From a distance, I watch him—my idol for as long as I can remember. He tends to his lawn with a slasher, meticulously as always, while his goats graze nearby. His compound is full of vibrant flowers and trees, including a pomegranate tree that has caught my eye. He commands respect and is respected in return, with a great sense of humor that draws people to him....
Entry 14901
Alone, solitude, loneliness… Is that what has fractured my mind this way? As he steps out of his car, he’s close enough that I catch the smirk on his face as he glances my way. For some reason, I take offense. Was that smirk even aimed at me? Can he even see me clearly from that distance? I know I haven’t kept up with myself lately, and I’m insecure about how I look....