The Longest Way Home

I thought of this as I was standing by the shores of Lake Victoria. It was a hot afternoon and I was waiting for food, see- most of the restaurants beside this magnificent being-so vast, yet powerful and soothing all believe that ‘food is prepared and served on order,’ this translates to ‘you place the order and wait for half an hour or more for it.’

And just like that with one foot in the water, another in the dark sand…I asked myself:

Who do you call when you want to disappear?


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