• Day 268: I Am Muhamamad Ali Bobby, And I Hamam. I Hamam Hard.

    My first hamam was like my first yoga class, I had to realize everyone practising was dead serious before I could surrender to the process. A hamam is a public bath house. Historically, and not so historically, people didn’t have access to hot water, making a hamam the place where, usually once a week, you…

  • Day 264: Wanted: Forty Thieves. Please CC, Ali Bobby.

    I’ll begin with a confession, I’ve always wanted to visit Morocco. When a random Italian guy I met, who I later learned was a filthy pussy hound, showed me the pictures he took of Chefchaouen in Morocco, during our two week boat excursion up the Amazon, I knew one day, I would have to go.…

  • Day 261: There It Was, A Red Flag Flowing With A Big Green Star.

    The Green Star is known as Solomon’s seal. Immediately after leaving the hospital in Senegal, I went for Korean food. I must confess, though I’m ashamed to say, I went to the same Korean restaurant in Dakar, three times. Ashamed because Senegal, in its own right, is known to have the best food in West…

  • Day 259: Guinea, A Retrospective.

    The Heart of Darkness. Dark side of the moon. Y’know, Chicago. There are places that evoke fear, in some circumstances even condone it. Yeah, Dark Side of the moon, not especially relevant, but I’m riding it out. All this to say, that Guinea is my ” Fuck it, let’s start over, from Fish, or whatever”…

  • Day 257: The Tale Of Plasmodium Falciparum And Looking For Mario’s Warp Whistle.

    Submitted for your approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story: The Tale Of Plasmodium falciparum Q: What even is Plasmodium Falciparum, Bobby? A: Plasmodium falciparum is the deadliest species of plasmodium that causes Malaria in humans. According to the internet. When a Mosquito, I named Charlotte, bit me, in Hohoe, Ghana, she infected…

  • Day 243: When The Tough Get Going, It Pours.

    I could hear the birds stirring. When their songs became more complex and flurried, when our suns glow reached that unmistakable apex mixture, I knew in my bones, it was time to go. Except I was shivering uncontrollably with a fever. My body was convulsing from relaxed to constricted in a subconscious rhythmic mandate to…

  • Day 240: 2020 In Côte D’Ivoire.

    Standing naked on the balcony of my hotel, a weather beaten Victorian stone villa entrenched in palms and ferns, I watched as thousands of amateurs exploded cheap fireworks. While I drank grape juice from a champagne bottle. It was a special moment. 37%. That’s where my battery is as of January 1st. I think I…

  • Day 232: I’m Alive And It’s Christmas.

    It’s been a minute since my last message. Every time I sit down to write the story of Ray LaMontange (played by Bradly Cooper) falling in love against impossible odds, I find myself pleasantly distracted. So instead of writing a complete volume of Ray LaMontange (played by Bradley Cooper) having weird alien sex with a…

  • Day 229: I Swear To God I’m Going To Cut My Fucking Arms Off If These Worms Don’t Stop Swimming Under My Skin.

    What would you sacrifice to experience paradise? Me? I gave flesh. Little bugs that live in the sand and probably on a dog named Scorpion, who habitually licks my face, here in the western region of Ghana, in a remote surf town called Busua, are at this very moment, feasting on me like locusts preceding…

  • Day 225: The Unmistakable Sounds of Passion.

    At the moment, It’s 3:40 in the morning. I’m sitting outside watching an enormous yellow moon glide invisibly across polished black water. Insects bemoan. So too does a beautiful woman. She screams in hushed courtesy as the man she loves devours her entirely. In the room immediately behind me. I can imagine him licking her…

  • Day 209: The Straw That Broke My Nationalism, Is The Straw That Fortified My Anarchistic Resolve.

    As I mentioned previously, the most challenging aspect of wandering within Africa, has been navigating the varying bureaucratic systems, that seem to be growing here like cancer during the golden era of American tobacco. Which is to say, unchecked. Africa can be so much more than Visa stand offs and corrupt police checks. Permits, regulations…

  • Day 205: Yesu.

    Earlier today I saw a security guard reading a thin book. He was sitting in the shade on a pile of rocks. He looked up from his book and greeted me with a smile and a wave. I bent down slightly and twisted my head in an obvious attempt to read the cover of whatever…