Biko Zulu

It’s a “G” thang!

bikozulu — Mon, 20 May 2013 10:34:04 +0000

What is the general rule on making fun of gay people? This is an earnest question I’m posing. No tongue in cheek here. Someone please loop me in. Am I likely to start a storm in this teacup if I poked fun at gays? I’m sorry, what’s that? They will take offense? Really? What, gays [...]

BAKE 2013: Best Creative Writing

bikozulu — Mon, 06 May 2013 07:55:59 +0000

Posted in Writing

Does listening to Michael Buble make anyone gay? I’m not asking for a friend – let my friends ask their own questions. I’m asking for myself. I start my day at five am this morning with a run. It’s drizzling incessantly. It’s dark and wet and glum but I love it. I love running [...]

A power nap in the ditch

bikozulu — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 07:07:33 +0000

Posted in Short story

He works in a bank. A Relationship Manager. He’s good with people, he reads them. He spends his days giving people what they think they want. He negotiates with them. He acts like he cares about these people; he has to because people with money demand attention. But to him they’re simply bottom lines. [...]

Dublin. Ireland. Jameson.

bikozulu — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 07:42:02 +0000

Posted in Travel

As a general rule, and as a need to preserve my sensibility, I don’t hang out in Westlands. But I went recently, to pay homage to a friend who was having a birthday thing, and I was reminded once again why it’s not a place that gongs my bell. At dusk, Woodvale Grove transform into [...]

Yes, you are tribal.

bikozulu — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 07:48:54 +0000

Posted in Life & people

My missus is Kikuyu. She’s called Wambui – named after her paternal grandmother. Her shags is in Maragwa. Have you been to Maragwa? I have. If you come from a place like Kendu-Bay, just below the navel of South Nyanza, Maragwa comes as a little jolt. You get off the main road at the shopping [...]

Farouk, life after jail

bikozulu — Mon, 04 Feb 2013 08:58:26 +0000

Posted in Uncategorized

He drops three ice-cubes in his glass. They tinkle. A tinkle that announces a tipple. A sound that arouses your tongue. He then – like a chemist- fleetingly waits at the ice cubes to mist up the glass. Even though the music is loud, and the bustle swirls all around, there is an inexplicable silence [...]

GUEST POST: Fra.

bikozulu — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 07:04:50 +0000

Posted in Writing

She doesn’t want her names published. Full anonymity. Stand in the shadows. That kinda thing. She says she is a critic, which you can testify from earlier comments on this blog. Windy comments, infected but struggling to pay attention. She sounded like she had a bone to pick with something. I can tell those from [...]

Raising a Brat, For Dummies

bikozulu — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 07:51:45 +0000

Posted in Fatherhood

Question. What would you do if someone held down your kid’s head in a swimming pool? Another question? What if that someone in question is another kid? Like about your kid’s age (5/6), only fatter? What would you do? Hell, what would Jesus do? This is not a question a father should be made to [...]

South Africa

bikozulu — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 08:04:41 +0000

Posted in Travel

Men have always strove to build cars that transcend imagination, like the Audi with its four rings that promises to wring all the pleasure from life. Or the Volvo, a sure sign that God only wishes us nothing but safety. The Jaguar, a perilously curvaceous car that was built nude, and has always remained nude [...]

Zonke..and a Guest Writer.

bikozulu — Mon, 19 Nov 2012 08:07:28 +0000

Posted in Men & Women

Saturday I spent a whole day in Funyula, Western Kenya. World Diabetes Day. Long story. In the evening, I linked up with my cousin Farouk. Remember him, the ex-convict? He got a gig in Bunjumbura where nobody knows he spent a few years in jail. He was in shags for the weekend, to see his [...]