Character: Sakinah-bhai

By |February 15th, 2008|

The rent money was gone.
Sakinah-bhai pulled back the decaying lace curtain to look outside. The street was still empty, Razi was nowhere to be seen.
That the rent money was gone wasn’t her only trouble, it was how it came to be ‘gone’. How would she explain it to Razi without that twit passing judgement and running off to tell her mother and sisters?
Stupid woman. Stupid woman. Her hands brushed against the tasbeeh on the sidetable. She picked it up and proceeded to thumb each prayer bead towards her. Stupid woman. Stupid woman. It’s what happens when you mix in the wrong circles. You try to impress, fit in. And you fail.
And you lose all the bloody rent money. […]

Requiscat

By |February 11th, 2008|

We are friends here and strangers there.
You once told me you were old enough to be my father.
And now you’ve joined him.
Peace Brainhell, for […]

Jane and the magic kiddie-stop beans.

By |January 30th, 2008|

“There are indications from clinical studies that the mild antimineralocorticoid properties of the Magic Kiddie-Stop Beans result in a mild antimineralocorticoid effect,” Jane carefully read […]

another one that slipped pass spam-control

By |January 16th, 2008|

From: angela kennedy
Subject: HELLO
My dear, I am miss Melina from Juba, Sudan, single and 19 years old. After accessing your details in […]

Party like it’s 1429

By |January 10th, 2008|

You bought a pack of cigarettes on January 2, took one look at the treadmill queue on January 3 and haven’t returned to gym since, […]

Binte Eidris

By |December 26th, 2007|

There’s a garage in my head bursting its bricks with bent Popoids, Scalextric racetracks to anywhere, Polaroid cameras, Ellery Queen Mystery Magazines and books about […]

Eish, lyk is this a treatise on twang? Yah neh?

By |December 14th, 2007|

Do you find that you sometimes subconsciously emulate the tonal inflections of the people you speak to?

The phenomenon of ‘twanging’ (the word itself is a […]

Capsule Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

By |December 13th, 2007|

I knew that Journalist is a dirty word in Bob’stan.
But surreal, in all the ragged over-use of that word, is the only one that can […]

where the smoke indeed thunders (pending wordy words)

By |December 1st, 2007|

Mosi oa Tunya