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The sense of loss I felt, was like a blow to my face, it left me reeling. As I slowly came to, I found I was laid on my side on the back seat of our car, with my legs tucked away under my husband’s leather jacket. He was keeping vigil through the review mirror […]

Strolling Languid through the Ballantine Park filled with various sheds of beautiful autumn leaves that made the people in the park to pay attention to beauty and detail, it was so beautiful to the extent that it seemed the fallen leaves had been handpicked and glued to stay in their exact location, talking about a

“Tickets out, passports ready!” yells a middle aged man from the rear of the train. Suddenly the quiet has vanished and the unzipping of handbags, the sounds of rummaging through backpacks and the excitement of the children on board is growing from the sound of a distant mosquito to an army of bees. I hear

“I know you, I know you, I do. Don’t tell me, I’ve seen you before I just can’t place you.” The familiar stranger in grubby blue overalls stared back slightly perplexed with earthy copper boron eyes and a flicker or bemusement as pointed back at me, while I tried to fuse my memories together. “Don’t tell me,

It was a beautiful Friday summer morning. I woke up bright and early as per my routine. I had a warm glass of water, cereal and an apple for breakfast. I took my usual relaxing 25 minute shower, wore my favourite navy blue pants suit and was ready for work. I walked out of my

Today as I prepared for my speech I felt just a bit more nervous than I did the day I boarded a flight for the first and only time. I could still remember vividly all the NatGeo “Air Crash investigation” episodes replaying in my mind as I contemplated an excuse to decline the most important opportunity of my life. The flight induced nausea, the images of perpetual flames

The stranger I met on that fateful day wasn’t so much strange as he was a mystery. He was someone I should know as well as I know anything in this universe but I soon realized I didn’t know the stranger as well as I thought. When someone is tangled in the blanket of sleep, everything seems

We where enjoying our drive to the market on our dusty half tarred road. In mum’s battered  old Volkswagen truck to deliver our fresh harvest of yams and peas when it all started. Mum’s little snack attack, oh no l screamed, Mum don’t snack up yet, we have no place to bin your  LITTER .

I was… Left in a village of primitive socialisation misconstrued for civilisation. It was savagery. Survival at the expense of freedom couldn’t be any better. Scrapes of hopes from thin-bartered-walls of courage would serve to be a constant reminder of my fate, my struggles…my demise. One long bloody struggle against my erroneous yet barbaric thought-pattern.

Me: Her fragrance, it reminds me of the scent left in the airfrom wet sand after it rains. Her eyebrows look like they were worked on recently, and her lashes are immaculate. She must be a woman who pays attention to detail, especially when it comes to her appearance. A woman in a relationship would be unlikely