Spawn of Satan

I imagine that you are reading this from somewhere not in Africa.  As you read, you will probably sneer and then dismissively chuck me off as backward, gullible and ostensibly religious-bordering on the insane.  But I know what I am talking about.  Welcome to a warm and dark continent. The traditions and customs here are … Continue reading Spawn of Satan

The Book Of Denial (Chapter 4)

Here we sit, oars in hand Each paddling in their direction I am stronger so we go my way When I wane we go yours Consequently we end still. So here we sit; nothing gained... Here we lay, blanket o'er us Back to back, pillow between It is cold, we are cold You roll your … Continue reading The Book Of Denial (Chapter 4)

Uyai (Beauty)

Uyai... "Flee the fisherman! He hurts, With barbed hooks Mesh-y nets... Behold the jeweller He beautifies, I see beauty in you My masterpiece... You do not know me But you want to. But I terrify you And so you flee... When I touch you It will be with awe. When I take you It will … Continue reading Uyai (Beauty)