The Sense of a Beginning

The final night, 30, of this marvellously random adventure.  The good fortune seeps into your path in all things, even the COVID results delay a means to visit the Africa House Hotel, and capture those further memories of the sandbank view.  Three weeks on since Black Tot.  Impressive to have finalized the last of the work, all that remains is the proper launching of flights to set up the next phase of this momentous pandemic.

Such changes to life as you know it, and all seem to fit.  Nothing out of place, every symbol a portent of the correctness of decisions.  The time, as they say, had come.

Friday prayers, remember the look on the man’s face, who invited you along with a smile at the Zanzibar hat?  The line of boys and men outside the overflowing mosque on the raised concrete by the narrow alleyway?  The note on the message board.  The partner update (6.2 additional? sweet recompense) and booking of tomorrow’s departure.  The smiling way in which Zero-Zero says, no problem.

Of course it must be the Ethiopian tonight.