I take it that means that you two have at least worked some of the unpleasantness out? I have to say mate that brings a smile to my face. I suppose that is the thing about mums. They are supposed to throw a bit of chaos in your life at this stage of the game. I often imagine my mother would be whinging about not having grandchildren by now- or worse, it is not uncommon for my mother or friends to arrange dates between their children. At least from my memories. I imagine I would have been married to a Nigeran princess by now but then there are worse things in life. I also plan on bringing back some fabrics, there is nothing like these fabrics, the colors are vibrant and you can feel the soul of them when you run your hand along the fibers. I have had a few things tailored while I am here, in my village there is a very old woman, a talented seamstress who is rather good at selling imperfect dreams and second-hand hope. She laughs like a home. It is something I needed.
I find that it is getting to the point that handing the next generation tomorrow is upon us, or perhaps on me. When it comes to it, we are handing them something that will need more than a spit shine. This is the bag of patched and stained hand me downs. It is something I have been debating quite frequently in the past few years- will they polish what so many have given up on? I suppose this is a rather abstract line of thought, even for myself… and I wish I could chart you the thoughts that your article stirred to get me to this point. I of course do not expect the answer to be brought about now, but I wish more asked this question. Then I am here in my village back home, and I find that hope itself is in short supply which makes the scratch and dent world of tomorrow just another thing to throw on the pile of lost hopes. This, my friend, this is my fear. That hope becomes lost and piles in a rubbish bin.
I find that I become so agitated by this thought the weight of the world becomes the weight of my sheets, though currently, I lay on a mattress in the corner of the room and listen to my cousin breathe from his mattress. It is too hot for sheets, or such heavy thoughts. That is how the weather has been here. Hot. But then that is to be expected.
I am not convinced this monkey jewelry dealer is not up to something shady. I just lack the proper authority to investigate it… perhaps I shall ask the locals. Have you seen someone arrest a monkey- I imagine that it takes a little extra paperwork? I should check in my my deputy head, but I fear they will think its an invitation o lay problems at my feet at the moment instead of leading. This is just as much a challenge to them as it is an unexpected trip home.