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  • Rapids Camp Sagana

    I will tell you what you feel when you are about to do something remarkably dumb and exhilarating. You think about your unborn children, your mother and if she might still scold you for such idiocy. You think about mortality and the absolute fineness of that line we shall all one day cross. You think of not thinking at all and then you start thinking again.

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    Men and Women

    There is this imperial curse; man must learn to live with woman and vice versa. After a few stirring years of the dating tomfoolery, each man or woman will come to this cul-de-sac conclusion – “I do not understand my partner.” It’s an esoteric, oblique point in any relationship, frustrating and draining. Like watching Tujuane or those two Luhyas in baby clothes on the Churchill live. Or ‘limaing’ for hours without results. But you keep at it.

  • AN OPEN LETTER TO MY HUSBAND IN WAITING

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    Dear Husband,

    How I long for the day I will call you that; firmly, softly and resolutely. I am writing since like the feeble human being I am, my heart grew restless. Just fleetingly. Then, like a silent song in my heart it came to me, “Do not be anxious, but in prayer and supplication, cast your needs…” My heart leaps unburdened.

    I write to you now that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Wanton. A true reflection of what is inside. Seemingly forlorn or bleak, but it is my heart even so. A heart beat dear lover by all that’s on my Newsfeed, my family and friends’ talks and my life’s own timeline. Let me spell it out.

  • The Wheels Keep Turning

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    Some days are just innately different from the rest. You wake up and you know. Before you pulse open your eyes or draw your sheer, flowered or calico curtains, before you groggily walk to the pristine white shower and smile at your swollen face, before you check for trending topics and try decipher the Gaza madness, you just know. You know that something has changed. In the calm ominous world, the uninterrupted cycles of biology, society and culture, in the kitschy population profile, in that nest, an egg has cracked, a domino has fallen, the season is altered and a chain of reaction of choices has begun.