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  • A lost rib

    A mirror. An image. A black dress. A cold night. This level of cold turns her into sailor. She curses as she straightens her dress. It’s freaking cold. Damn it. A man somewhere among the 7 billion of us gave her his rib and then forgot what she looks like. That’s the fable making rounds. In exchange for his rib, she is to obey, love and make children with this man. But she is yet to meet him.

    As the tale articulates, he charges dragons, follows her delightful voice to her fortress where he uses her long hair to climb up and rescue her from the confines of lonely nights. Okay, that’s a different tale. She has never seen a dragon (disregard khalessi’s dragons in Game of thrones). Her voice wouldn’t charm a snake out of a cave and if anyone tried to climb her hair, well, he would have to be a miniature dwarf. Come to think of it, when is the last time you saw a dwarf? Is there a dwarf shortage? Maybe there is an island..

  • Que sera sera

    The ethos of my times demand that I go to the country side during these festive times. I had been a little homesick in the weeks preceding Christmas and I yearned to be in the country side. So now, I am in a small town in western France called Niort. Niort is my ace in the hole, like Embu. Not the Embu in South America, the Embu in East Africa. Calm, graceful, old and pretty. Like a good pair of sunglasses.

  • Jaduong

    I had an okay Friday, six months ago. One with a stern face and a stiff back. This piece was shelved in my library until this morning when I read ‘The Quietus’ about the sorry state of pop marketing and I agree. They took away my Joshua Bennet and my long legged Ginuwine and replaced them with Chris Brown. Come on! Someone short-changed me.

    Anyway, it’s time to blow the dust off this piece. It’s time to delicately put my hands on it and re-play the song from where we left off. To dance one dance, chest to chest, beat to beat, until the last full stop. I might even get acclimatized to the habit of finishing the pieces I start. And no, this piece is not even about music.

  • When your words are no longer your pride

    “Wisdom is bleak; those are the words from the wise”. Yes, am quoting Lil Wayne (Drop the world ft Eminem). I know, the devil done got me. That is what happens when you seek wisdom. You read, you listen to songs of all genres (not soo much of gagnam style or lingala; unless you speak those languages), you read again, you watch the world, you befriend aged folk and listen to them and then you read again. I love aged people, not because they are too wise to make mistakes but because they have made many gaffes in their lives and learned a thing or two.