APOLOGIA I, deserving of a fair life, never enjoyed the excesses that wealth so prodigiously brings. To us, God was never over-kind, for our possessions were not huge: a small edifice was my home, a wooden hovel my church, and a widow’s well-earned pittance was all my siblings and I had to live by. It…
THE DEVIL’S CONCUBINE (pt 1.) Concealed within the fortress of her heart, she said, were burdens too grave for one soul to bear. Unsatisfied with silent solitude, her tongue blistered in endless prayer, she held my hand and fought back a tear. Her face turned towards the sky as if to implore her Gods for…
THE IMMORTALITY OF MAN I fear the taste of an ice-cold beer. The lips of the brown bottle are as seductive as those of an African girl: its form is pleasing and its pleasures deep, cruising through one’s body and into the depths of his soul. Very few things are as enchanting and as intimate…
The happenings of life often flee from memory like short dreams. The joys never linger long enough for me to enjoy them. They flee from me faster than they came, leaving me cold and disheartened, like a lonely bird far away from land, drifting above the endless sea. Sometimes I think that this is…