There are days when my muse sits with me as a best friend would. Yesterday was one of those days. I sat back, closed my eyes for a few seconds, covered my face with my poncho for another second, moved forward closer to my laptop to open a blank Word document and started typing. I…… Continue reading Acceptance
In my quest to just keep writing, I do my best to write at least one flash fiction a week. Even when I find too lost to submit an entry for Microcosms, I write for Cracked Flash Fiction. Not all my flash fictions make me feel good about being a writer but I think it’s…… Continue reading The Spell
This, too, shall pass.
Often we ask people we meet how they are. We are also asked how we are. Sometimes we say we hope they are well and we say the same. Do we really want to know how they are? Do we wait for the answer or do we walk on assuming the answer is a simple…… Continue reading How are you?
Today, despite the sum total of everything that has happened to me so far in South Africa, as a naturalized South African, currently ongoing taxi strike included, not forgetting how I feel about them, I realized that I am proud to be South African. It’s not something I express openly because I know that at…… Continue reading Proudly South African despite #TaxiStrike
The year was 2000. The month was July. It hasn’t been one of my favorite months. Apart from the fact that it’s winter in the southern hemisphere, it really has not been great for me for a number of years in the past. Oh well, c’est la vie! Que sera sera… I have such a…… Continue reading Survival strategy in 2000 that still works (maybe)
Source: Road Rage (v1) – #flashfiction I plan to do a series on Road Rage. This is the first story. Each story has the same beginning but different ending. Her road rage was always a source on entertainment for most of her social network friends. For a small woman, she had a lot of fire…… Continue reading Road Rage (v1) – #flashfiction