fasting and meditation

I entered the Somalian Guban on foot, to meditate and fast, after waiting a month for the arrival of the seasonal rains, which fill the sandy watercourses that cross the landscape.

On my fourth day in the heat, I saw before me in the layered air, a man or a mirage. I came closer. He shimmered, black as coal. I had to fight an urge to back away. Or to embrace him.

I do not speak Benaadir. He did not speak Arabic, Bantu Swahili, or English. We walked together and shared our thoughts. On the seventh day, I was alone again.

for 50 Word Thursday

3 Responses

  1. I love what you did with the prompt, fantastic story 🙂

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