Boy on the Beach

Spent most of the day writing and working at the beach. Played with the locals… didn’t distinguish myself but wasn’t a total embarrassment. The sand is the colour and consistency of brown sugar.

Someone in a car and a loudspeaker keeps driving up and down the road announcing that tomorrow, Brother Ghadafi, one of the most respected African leaders, will be in Freetown. I wonder what he wants.

Scared to turn on more than one light at a time.