Obviously, I love Joe Black. Because he’s still at that point in his life where idealism triumphs action. A point where intention is a mere projection. He’s talented and he doesn’t even realise the scale of it. He plays …
She’s not squeamish around blood. She understands her knives and relishes their weight in her hands. She didn’t grow up on a farm, nor did she grow up around bovines. Or sheep. …
I recently got stuck in a lift with a lady in an abaya and a child with cheeks that reminded me of naan bread. I was off to have a very difficult meeting with someone who hates being mentioned …
Nothing wakes one up more rudely than a full bladder. Normally when that happens I try to ignore it as much as I can, but it wins. And I have to stumble in darkness to the loo, afraid to …
Biko is away. I don’t know where, but he’s somewhere writing or taking care of things that are above my paygrade. Which leaves me here, to tend to the flowers and serve tea. I think he’ll be back next …
