Beats reverberate from different drums from all over the room. There’s chatter to accompany it, people yapping in twos or threes. Then laughter. And the drums begin again. The beat is a faithful companion. The words are like fleeting lovers, a hint of a touch and off they go. They are hardly audible above theContinue reading “This is home too”
The sea is the colour of mud. The clouds near the horizon are an aqua blue. The mind refuses to, maybe cannot, make sense of it all. A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky. The clouds move towards the setting sun across the sea. The rumble of thunder is not far behind, a reminderContinue reading “Awe”
What do you do? B, the choreographer, asked . Right now, i take care of my parents, L answered honestly. B’s head tilted slightly. One’s expired, the other is still around, L added to further impress with his honesty. Much more that what B had hoped for. B continued smiling, L looked down. How doesContinue reading “Not the 9-to-5 type conversations”
There, but for grace, go i.
Words cut through clutter.
Will we break the law or will we be okay?
First I have to wear the lungi and now i had to switch my drink?
They’re coming over? Today?
I was happy I discovered this place. A nice community joint, with real people, where everyone knew everyone, meals were simple and money was paper not plastic.
A hotel next to the police station was never about the food – it was always about the station. It still is.