Previously on You’re Still You… Monday: As told by Waita At the office, I circle Mary’s desk and drape my arm over her chair. With any luck, she’ll like the smell of a freshly pressed ...
Previously on You’re Still You *As told by Waita I stir awake on the couch and remain still for a full hour like roadkill on a hot tarmac road. My arms feel like elephant tusks so I just lie the...
Previously on You’re Still You… *As told by Waita On the drive home, I am braced for a fight. I haven’t spoken to Nora all weekend, or at least that’s what she’ll say. I haven’t fa...
Previously on You’re Still You… It’s one of those crisp days where everything is as it should be. The sky is a brilliant blue interspersed with cotton-white wisps of clouds. We’re at t...
We’re both laughing now because we’re buzzed but also because we’re on the precipice of something momentous. A knowledge has passed between us that in the cosmic thread that connects us both, a ...
What we both know to be true, but which remains unsaid, is that I don’t get invited to family road trips because I’m single. The wives don’t like me. They don’t like how I stand with their men...
Inside they’re playing Amapiano which is pouring out through the balcony. I can see right through to where she’s sitting from here. When she gets up to go and rinse her glass in the kitchen I watc...
Now I have him talking about something he’s proud of. I place my hand on his shoulder and rest my chin on it. Close enough that his beard tingles from interacting with my energy field. Close enough ...
The call comes in on a Thursday night. The Indian Ocean is roaring in the background. Some of his words are carried off by the wind but you get the gist of what he’s saying. He’s walking on the be...
Previously on Eucalyptus Man… Russo sends a link to a playlist the next day. I have a few hours to kill while my guests explore the gorge at Hell’s Gate. I recline the seat in the cruiser and ...
Previously on Eucalyptus Man … It’s evening in Naivasha and the night creatures are stirring awake. I’ve spent the day talking about pelicans and marabou storks on Crescent island. The sun h...
Previously on Eucalyptus Man… What can I tell you about Mundia and me? Our marriage – the beginning, the end, and the murkiness in between – is something I mull over from time to time. Rumin...
Previously on Eucalyptus Man… I can’t say for sure when the seeds of discontent sprouted. I just remember starting to feel my world growing smaller, a kind of darkness closing in, sealing me i...
“What are you thinking?” “Nothing.” “You look like you were thinking about something.” “I’m not.” “Really? So your mind is just blank right now?” “Yeah.” I sigh. “Ok...
Her laughter floats through the room like a genie from a bottle and tickles the back of my neck. As always, my body reacts even before my mind registers her, the way animals smell a tsunami coming whe...
Previously on Biker’s Island… I have taken to standing with my back to the wall now because every time I have my back to a room I feel his presence behind me. I see the back of his head in...
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