11. Forgetful

The Obsessive Diary · Sep 6, 2025 · 2m

My mum, who hates planes, who has a fear of flying, who at this very moment is lying in a hospital bed in the endgame of life, did something reckless and caring and got on a plane and landed in Harare and found me at the priest’s house up to my neck in painkillers, sleeping pills and whisky. The priest, large and fat, who liked to make out his pillar-ness in the community, had a wife who was small and nice with bobbed hair but who turned a blind eye, she must have, how else could she stay with his wrongness, his plying young girls with champagne when they were upright and drugs and whisky…