For the Birds

The sun is shining on this lovely March day in Nairobi–a rare occasion lately, as we have had seemingly nonstop rain for the past 10 or 12 days. But the rain has restored the color green to nature’s palette and the sun is being photosynthesized by a legion of happy plants cranking out rich, luscious oxygen by the bucketload.  Continue reading “For the Birds”

Kang’ethe and the Matatu

Jake ran, his feet treading on a soft cushion of dew-covered grass, down a narrow goat path bordered by heavily pruned pencil cedar trees. Ahead, clad as always in his worn gray suit coat and pants, Mzee Kang’ethe outpaced Jake, easily widening the distance between them. Kang’ethe was 72 years old and smoked 2 packs of Sportsman cigarettes every day. Jake was exactly fifty years younger and had never smoked in his life, yet he struggled to keep up with the older man. Continue reading “Kang’ethe and the Matatu”

10 Years, 28 Countries: 2011. Part 1

2011 was also a big year for travel. I started in Kenya, attending my brother-in-law’s college graduation and visiting in-laws. I then continued flew to Yaounde, Cameroon via Kigali. From Yaounde, I drove with coworkers across eastern Cameroon to the forest of southeast Cameroon, and ultimately across the Sangha River by boat to visit Bayanga and the Dzanga Sangha Protected Area Complex, where I saw lowland gorillas in the wild for the first time. I will break this up into multiple parts because I have many photos from these trips.  Continue reading “10 Years, 28 Countries: 2011. Part 1”

Chapter 8: Bombshells

Okay fans, this is the long awaited next segment of For Tomorrow. This isn’t a full chapter, just a short but necessary scene. 

Remember to read the previous chapters 1,2, 3456 and 7

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Fueled by adrenaline, Jake pushed his old Jeep to the limit for the first ten miles after the diner incident. When no motorcycle headlights appeared in his rear-view mirror he finally slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief. Old country songs on the scratchy AM radio kept him company as the miles rolled by. Continue reading “Chapter 8: Bombshells”