David, who lives south of the equator where Ursula Minor (Polaris at the end of the handle) is upside down, and water drains the other way round the plug hole, came to Halesworth on his bicycle. We drove to the sea, for Tuesdays local lunch at walberswick. We talked of Africa.
‘For the first time I felt home sick’, he said and I had to think, which was home. Africa now. He is farming his land, the land Brenda bought, planting mango, passion fruit, avocado trees and he builds their house, a swimming pool before windows and doors. Snakes, dogs, wild drunk Africans, friends, African earth. Zambia. He is an African man now.
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