I like boxing. It’s crude and primal. It’s blood, gore and aggression. And it’s down dirty. You use your knuckles to pound another man’s head until they submit to you. Until they hit the canvas and
Lust smells. But when lust blends with desperation, it stinks like a hyena’s carcass. Here is how bad it smells. Once in a while my boy Kwame and I will end up at Sailors bar in Hurligham for a …
Life can get cruel, humorless and brutal, and the men who live it quite often have to pander to these themes with the brutishness that it deserves. Here is how. A month ago this friend of mine who works …
She’s called Felicia. Felicia sounds like a woman who- after sex- lies on her back and lights up a cigarette. Felicia sounds like a woman who reads a very thick novel with earphones plugged in her ears. She sounds …
There are men who constantly stare at themselves in the gym mirror. I can’t think of a greater testimony of vanity. Kwame is one of them- at least he used to nine years ago. Kwame is my boy. This …
