Trying To Be Human

A mountain of tissue paper is piled next to my laptop, a warm cup of coffee on the other side of it. I’m sniffing and exhausted, yet I can’t fall asleep to my leaky nose (I think I have ebola) and the sudden heat that has randomly decided to give my...

9/11 - Time To Get Over It

Death is traumatic experience, I should know, because my grandmother died last week. As horrible as it is, in order to move on we need to get over them. People die every day, it is the natural order of things. Death gives space for new life to begin...

My Geek Side Strikes Again!

Your future emperor, me, has a confession to make; I am a massive geek. If you follow my blog (now blogs) and you don't know this by now then you are a complete moron that has the observation skills of a man that is blind, deaf, mute and dumb.   ...

The Small, Skinny Old Woman

My first memory of her goes back to my childhood when I was around four or five, I can’t exactly remember, amongst all the family that was visiting us in our new home there stood a small old skinny lady. “Ma, onthou jy vir Xander?” (Mom, do you...