Edwin's Corner

I had gone to Diani after a tough year, having lost my father. I was doing what I love at the beach, which is walking aimlessly with reckless abandon, while staring at the horizon. My head was empty. The ocean was calm, resembling a waxed turquoise floor.   At that moment, something occupied the periphery of my vision to the left. Many boats were near the beach, but this particular one stood out, as if it were an accident waiting to happen. It had a flat white top, with blurry insignia on the side, floating a kilometer away. Six foreigners, likely from the backpacking fraternity, were diving from the flat top, having the time of their lives.   I felt something get stuck in my throat, so I swallowed. It was a taste of disgust. I quickly looked at my feet, ashamed. As a rush of sadness bathed over me. I felt cleansed by the salty water slapping against my feet. I looked again to my left. They were still there enjoying the ocean while I was wallowing in mild depression....

Rebecca stood at the edge of a deep and steep ravine. She had walked the winding, lonely route to this point alone, lost in thought.  The view before her was beautiful. Majestic winding hills curved by a masterful hand. Shades of green and brown traded with yellow and grey as her eyes sought the answers she was looking for. Rebecca had seen tremendous success. She had climbed to the top, and still, something was not right. She held something in her hands, unable to carry it in her rucksack. I am wealthy. I am caring. I am happy. She had affirmed herself many times and had seen these come to light. ‘God said I AM.’ In this statement lies the infinite existence of God and the limitless possibilities present before man. Rebecca, from a young age, discovered she was many things: intelligent, charismatic, and curious, and she embodied these and many more. But as she stood there in awe, she wondered. “I may have forgotten who I am, or what I am, or where I am. But did I for...

“She was nothing to me, baby,” Robert said desperately. She didn’t look convinced. “She led me on and wanted me to have a relationship with her,” She shook her head. “She said that a good man should be shared.” Sandra had walked in on her husband of five years to find him in a compromising position with Hellen, a nurse she knew. Sandra and Robert were doctors. Sandra would have none of it. Neighbors reported later hearing screaming and cries for mercy and a deep groan like an animal going through a deathly ordeal. When they charged into the Airbnb, they were assaulted by a gory display of blood everywhere. Sandra sat at the dining table, numb and withdrawn from her surroundings. Her hands were on the table, with her right hand firmly holding a bloody slicing knife, which was missing from a knife set in the kitchen area a short walk away. Sandra was covered in blood. The blood trickled down and formed a meandering path into the corridor. Face first on the floor was Robert, with multiple...