…wherein Kagame gets a new side mirror… Kagame had a rocky week and he complained as much to his confidant Rambo. “It all started when I damaged my car’s side mirror and replaced it.” He nudged his head towards the new mirror. “First day I used it, I saw a monster rushing towards me, a … More Microfiction Monday #2: Objects In The Mirror.
“First, the North Pole went South, metaphorically and literally. The poles just swapped. The Eskimo community of the North were incensed.” … More Micro-Fiction Monday #1
Part Two Perhaps this is as good a time as any to let you know that you’re going to die. No I don’t mean that in an existential kind of way, ‘All living things will die’, no I mean that you, sadly have no further part to play beyond this story. This is the end … More The Tormented
Part One A perfectly rational individual spends dinner with friends, shares his day’s misadventures with them and laughs heartily at every joke they throw in, but only six hours later is discovered wandering the streets, carrying a bazooka and laughing like a maniac. Wouldn’t you say that is the very definition of rapid decline? Of … More The Tormented
We’re different you and I, And couldn’t be further away, From being alike. You cry more, And I laugh less. You write from left to right, From right to left I write, You like to sing and dance, Singing while dancing, I’ve done not once. But… We hear whispers, Where others, Only … More Different.
This story you’ve never heard before, Of the Bedouin who terrifies his people so, The amiable folk of Wadi Swaffah, His name is Ali Hamza al-Jabbar. See the earth crumple, And squeal under his feet, See it crumble and slowly wilt. See the men scamper, Forlorn and wimper, As they crawl back into … More The Bedouin & The Dates
I have a very vivid recollection of this guy who was on our bus to Arusha, simply because of the way he carried himself. He was clearly drunk. He ambled his way through the aisle of the bus in staggering stages, engulfing anyone in close proximity with a nauseating strong musk of cheap beer. There … More 42 Hours To Arusha And Back.
I finished watching the fourth season of 24 the other day. As if I wasn’t already a big fan of the series, this season just went above and beyond to hook me in even further. Jack. Bauer. What’s not to like about this guy? The narrative around which the show 24 usually revolves is that … More Angry Muslim On My Screen
I’ve been on the road the past two days to Arusha and back, and during the journey I must say I was really shocked to find Kilimajaro’s trademark glacier-covered top is not even close to what it used to be. Even worse is that the amount of glaciers left on the mountain now is even … More Kilimanjaro
Parachute. A bit late to the scene, (more than a year to be precise), but here’s my entry to the 30-word fiction challenge by Magunga: He told himself he would do anything to be part of their group. “Stupid!” He cried one day, fumbling with his parachute handle on his first and last ever skydive.