Letters, stories, extemporaneous cries after losing Steele: my intimate partner, best friend and business partner.
The day Steele died, my laptop died. I brought it to the hospital to play some music for him; it booted up and then died. The motherboard short circuited. That evening, my friend’s grandfather died. My other friend’s aunt died. My other friend’s mother’s pastor’s daughter died. Shortly after, my good family friend had a heart attack (thankfully he’s still …
I told Steele that before I died I wanted to go back to Mozambique and swim with whale sharks. When I was there in 2002, October I believe, I went diving with wild dolphins off the coast of Ponta Malongane. After our boat returned to shore, some people from the group went back out. This time they encountered whale sharks. …
How sweet is death; It’s life that’s the great tragedy. People keep saying I am strong. They will soon tire of my ruminations; stop reading, stop commenting, and say she’s weak, and then look at me with pity. They will say, ‘What happened to that Energizer. What a waste of good talent’. Steele hated pity. He even told my parents …
People are not particularly interested or capable of remembering all the details. My girlfriend says it’s hard for her to pick out the details, because my whole life was surrouded by Steele. When we are so emersed in life, we often take the details for granted. Now, I have a slight obsession with remembering the details. Like my obsession with …
The Thursday morning before Steele died I called my mother in the Bahamas and asked her to come to Jamaica as soon as she could. I didn’t know Steele was going to die the next day; I didn’t know why I wanted her there; I just did. She came on a 9 pm flight from the Bahamas. That night I …