|Yes Son, water is falling from the sky...|
We have been in the house since September and this is the first time it has rained. The local police chief was here the day before yesterday, scrounging a plate of food again and was impressed with all the seedlings and saplings I am starting. We had a chat about how the garden was coming on. He asked me if I intended to grass the garden. 'Yes,' I told him, 'as soon as the rains come.'
'You have had the rains,' he told me. Well, it is raining now so I hope he is wrong.
He did though, make up for all his free meals by bringing me a dozen coconut palm tree saplings yesterday. His form of benign corruption is an art form. I know exactly where he got the saplings from, a large and very expensive nursery on the way to the capital but still within his area. From me he gets free meals and a discreet locale where he can treat his occasional lady friends to a nice dinner in exchange for his men keeping an eye on my place. God knows what he does for the nursery to earn free palm trees. Or maybe the nursery is growing more than just palm trees and he is turning a blind eye. Certainly the Chief accepted Nice Paul's and my explanation that the plant we had growing round the back of the restaurant was not what most might think it was but Italian Grape Tomato instead.
|Italian Grape Tomato. |
I am sure it was about to bear fruit but Marcia tore it up and dumped it,
I guess she prefers her tomatoes big and juicy.
Then, to round off a generally odd morning...
Marcia has been complaining of feeling unwell these last few mornings.
'Do you know how I feel?' she demanded not half an hour ago.
'With your hands?' I asked. I really need to watch myself. Two wives intent on becoming ex's cited my inability to take anything they said seriously as one of many reasons for leaving me. I can't help myself, I still think it is dangerous to take everything a woman says seriously.
'I feel exactly the same as I did when I was pregnant with Alex.'
Oddly enough, flippancy for once failed me.