Memoir
Memoir | Did I Have the Malaria Virus? | Part V of VI
After spending two weeks in West Africa on official travel, I had a layover in Paris, France, for the weekend on my way back home to Washington, D.C. Arriving in Paris early on a Saturday morning, I planned to visit the renowned Louvre Museum on Sunday. However, during my exploration of the iconic museum, I stumbled upon a disturbing sight that made me question if an art heist was about to unfold. Or was my mind, entangled in the grip of malaria, that wove a deceptive web of illusions?
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 11
As visiting international cricketers, we were kept under a high level of security. This meant we weren’t able to freely cruise the streets in our downtime. Although our main focus was playing cricket and recovering, the thought of being confined to the hotel complex was an interesting situation. Working with our conditions, our gracious hosts made sure we still got to attend multiple functions and rub shoulders with a host of influential people.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Fear of Flying | Part V of VI
It was my inaugural experience on an airplane, and I must admit, I was scared stiff! As the aircraft prepared for take-off, the seat belt light illuminated, signaling the imminent departure. I secured myself in my seat, glancing around to see the flight attendants settling in. But as the anticipation built, my heart began to race uncontrollably, as if attempting to break free from my chest. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I felt like a nervous wreck.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 10
Our social currency is somewhat pegged to the strength of your nickname. Personally, growing up I’ve had a few including Bazza, Layba, Layknot, Leahy.D.D. and the staple Leahy. However, none of these come close to some of the classics we have at my club. We’ve got the relatively risky Nuts, Pubes, Ballbag and Mootface. There’s also the more politically correct yet catchy ones like Hooter, Teach, the Plumb, Donka, Lizard Man, Ship, Jesus, the Real, Patrick, Choofa, Yowie, Rowdy and Bluey. Personally, I’ve gotten the odd Scientist or Bobby (Willis or Sideshow) but have not yet graduated to full blown “what’s that bloke’s real name” status. Trust me, I’m not channelling my inner George Costanza*, because I know a lifetime nickname is only one stuff up away.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Interlude | Part V of VI | Business Travel Journals
After the explosion in the mailroom left me with minor injuries, I saw an unexpected opportunity to escape my role as a mail clerk. With boldness and a touch of mischief, I inquired about a reassignment—one that would take me far beyond the confines of the mailroom in the dungeon at the Department.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Mysterious Government Official | Part IV of VI
The incident of the sack detonating on me in the mailroom quickly made waves across the U.S. Department of Prominence, taking center stage on CNN and various local news outlets in the Washington, D.C. region.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
