When she told me that your mother had died, I felt the whip crack against my soul and I saw you scream and drop the phone. Never before have these miles between our mothers and us been felt more keenly than today at 1455 . . . or two fifty five. My coworkers saw my […]
The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. “Madam,” I warned, “I hate a wasted journey–I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully. “HOW DARK?” . . . I had not […]
The playbook was written eons ago, actions determined before my birth, evolving over time with situations into this new age capsule that holds no promises of a joint tomorrow, nor any hope for fairy dust and tales
So I jumped into my little red car and off I went. To save lives. I hoped. The call had come in early. Before the sun had lifted up its vest. Early. Before the rooster had sang the morning hymn. The road to that place was horrid. As usual. My little red car and I […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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mkhana in transit 