Sebastian Moronell

When we finally found them, they were barely visible among an innocuous collection of shrubs and short trees, seeking relief from the afternoon heat in dappled light. They looked at us with thinly veiled disinterest, or maybe it was disdain—the way lions usually do, as if our presence was both expected and entirely beneath their concern.

In my mind getting engaged is just an expensive way to tell someone that you are fairly confident you like them. I suspect that Sarah, my fiancée, is mostly happy she got a new ring.

Money, religion and politics, so the saying goes, should never be discussed in polite company. Some add a fourth – sex – but I doubt most people discuss it, let alone do it, even when alone.

We headed off to Lake Malawi. From the plateau, we climbed further, the scenery becoming more majestic with every bend in the road. The most memorable town was Dedza, shrouded in mist and mystery as we passed through it before descending the escarpment.

I bought a burner phone. Not because I’ll be making shady calls to a witch doctor again anytime soon (I hope), or because I might have a wife and kids hidden in God-knows-where district, fifteen hours from Lusaka.

My employment contract mentions that I have some sort of expertise, that I’m expected to give so many hours to my employer, and that I have a funeral policy. That’s about it. Although I appreciate the far-sightedness of offering funeral plans to workers in their twenties, it turns out that HR doesn’t really know what my job description is, either.

As most of my dear readers know, I leave my passive-aggressive musings for this column and save my more overtly aggressive outbursts for road-raging, where they belong.

The water was cold. Like it had been brewing in the dark, damp belly of the mountain all night long. The bright winter sun and the crisp morning air attending to it had little effect on it.

Few things are more satisfying than ordering a pair of good shoes online. Like watching the package’s slow journey from one international hub to another, it is a spiritual experience.

Ah yes, the fresh smell of an in-flight magazine. I would say I missed it, but I never really left.Maybe you missed my last column, and perhaps that’s for the best.

About eight figures were lined up next to a tree as we drove up a slight incline from the straight, flat dirt road cutting the plains from east to west.

When you get off this plane, greet the hostess goodbye and try to forget the in-flight food, I want you to think of all the good times we had together.

Travelling, they say, opens the mind. Not in a directly spiritual way (unless you are consuming class A drugs)

Celebrities are a blight upon this world. There – I’ve spilt the beans, let the cat out of the bag, blown the gaff. I’ve said what others shouldn’t but still somehow do

Love is such a strange, omnipresent, wonderful, and pedestrian thing that it needs to be protected.

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