safari craig has left for america. for an entire sixteen days.
and the house is quiet. and there is a large gaping gap. and we're all pretending we aren't sad.
and it's sunday. another hot hot white day, no rain in sight; heat, flies and dust. the heat is relentless. the land is brown, crackly and dry. baked.
and the children are addicted to pokamon cards.
sundays are never usually my favourite day anyway. because mondays the next. but in this case it would've been The Best Sunday Ever, because tommorrow is another public holiday. zanzibar revolution day. when the african shirazi party (ASP) drove the arabs (zanzibar national party ZNP) into the sea, literally, in the early 1960's. another little genocide in africa. an ethnic cleansing. another interesting political historic story. a revolution, i am lead to believe, encouraged by the departing colonials. but i suspect they didn't think it would turn out quite so badly. beautiful unguja beaches and seas, littered with floating bodies. another shameful colonial blip.
safari craig is apparently headed into a Deep Freeze. not the kind you have in your kitchen. the kind which freezes everything around you. i know he isn't prepared for it.
so instead of sitting mournfully on the hill, we shall go swimming. we shall eat pizzas. and come back later when the sun is setting and the moon is rising and the hot whiteness has dipped below the western hills.
and i shall ride my horse under the full moon.
and then its only fifteen days left...
the house is so quiet.
Kitchen Board: White Hot Sunday Morning:
Comments: i have heard there is a cyclone off dar es salaam....maybe it will rain soon.
toodely pip then. and bisous, sad good bye ones...xxx j