Hi friends. Wonder where I was for yesterday?
I had gone to look at the islands. The islands of the
They are beautiful, those islands.
The lake. It is broad and wide, an expanse of fresh water in the middle of the continent. Not very deep. Not so deep that the edges are not seen. But deep, deep, for one like me more used to land than sea.
It is broad like a sea, but the water is fresh. It is wide like an ocean, but the water is less blue. It is green, a green of the fresh algae that is abundant. It is a deep living green. With the
The islands. They are humps, right in the middle of the water. Green humps, well watered, deep soils, well clothed with leaves.
No. Not so well clothed. Man has come and raped the land. The green trees cut for charcoal, and the shrubs burnt to clear. But it is still beautiful, island humps green in the lake.
Its there that I will be exiled. With my lover, and my friends.
Ishallah, the Mufti says, there we shall die. And
How I love you. I cannot compare you to a woman, as is fitting for the straight man. I will compare you to my lover.
He is not tall, but not short. He is not wide, yet not narrow. He is a human being, warm, loving, touching, moving. He erupts like a volcano, sometimes. Is as cool as the waters of
Yet our country is very human. As tough and unforgiving, as silly and stupid, as bright and inviting.
It is a beautiful break of day. The air is clear. A thunderstorm in the night removed the heat of yesterday and scrubbed the air clean. Birds are singing in the trees. And cocks have stopped crowing.
Enjoy today, because it is beautiful. Don’t think of the cares of tomorrow. Enjoy today. We have it, look at it, enjoy the drizzle, the sun, the moon, the friends.