At the end of the day we are all but undeserving fools. Undeserving of the innocent love of our children. The loyalty of our spouses. Undeserving of the bountiful favours of the universe. Undeserving of His Will, of His …
I’m writing this from Maputo, Mozambique. There are no boda bodas in Maputo. That’s the first thing I noticed. None of that passive aggression on the roads, the gauntlets dropped at wheels, the mean stares behind helmet visors, the …
All of men’s desires can fit in a matchbox. They might meander and slither but eventually, it distills to one thing; respect. They seek it, consciously and unconsciously. The more gung-ho of them demand it. Or fight for it. …
Not long ago, I found myself in the wrong room, where everyone in the room was conversing in a foreign language. I didn’t know which language it was but it sounded like a cross between Mongolian and Gobbledygook. It …
The howling emptiness of the villa threatened to drown me. The beauty of the villa didn’t take away the throbbing solitude. It was luxurious, yes, but it was also excessive in its beauty if that’s possible. There was a …
