Friday, October 29, 2010

The Red Thread

I hear the news. It explodes deep and red in my solar plexis and slowly seeps out, through my body, into my veins.

Out my eyes.

I imagine him looking down on us now, seeing a thread of red, winding here and there, linking together all the people who knew and loved him. Because really, as clich├ęd as it sounds, to know him was to love him. In some places the colour is deep, the thread is thick, in some, perhaps for those who didn't know him as well, it is faint. But it is there. The centre is in Lusaka and the threads come off from there, all the way to England, to South Africa, to here in Tanzania.

He didn’t make it, my friend.

And I am so so so very sad.

Maybe later I will write more. Tell you more about him. Maybe not.


And on the other side of the spectrum my sister had her baby, which is just the best news in the world. I am an aunty and so so so happy!

How is it possible to be SO sad and SO happy, all at the same time?


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Ain't it beautiful out there?

Thursday, October 21, 2010