Ever since my older daughter told me that coconuts have anti ageing qualities, I have felt drawn to them. Whether or not this is true is not important. When I see a coconut, I just have to have it.
I remember times when we lived in Dar es Salem, how coconuts were retrieved by a brave person who would scurry up vertically. The sights and sounds of my childhood. Prayer calling, spicy food, fresh seafood...and coconuts.
Finding a quiet restaurant overlooking the ocean, I settle again for a coconut to drink while I take photographs of Bruce and the said coconuts. The caption under the photograph of Bruce will read 'Me and my coconut' and I laugh thinking this is not a respectful (unintended) way to describe my husband. Now you know why I seldom caption my photographs. Apparently being tactful is too hard and keeping quiet is a characteristic I am still learning.
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