Behind the scenes …

Getting an idea for posts has the dark sides. The behind-the-scenes. It’s worse when it’s burning inside you to centre them on real happenings around, while safely hiding enough content from the public. You struggle to trace a path, even though a blurred line. … More Behind the scenes …

Tough love?

It feels funny crawling in here 13 days into 2018. In fact I feel so strange in my own blog, I had to sneak in this way. How time flies. 2018???!!! An extra year. More things to think about, more sad songs to relate to and more time to break people’s hearts. And get heart-broken … More Tough love?

Goats!

Ever been chased by a goat, then you ate it?

Sounds like something that would happen several dreams deep into slumber-land. Or karma. Or maybe it’s just some fever. Fever makes me hallucinate. … More Goats!

Organ donation … and broken hearts

I’ve just eavesdropped a dialogue from the kitchen between Kelly and a visitor who’s left green crocs at the doormat. I’m not making this up. Fashion sense. Why green, though? Because green is the color of money, grass, oak leaves, and alien bombs. How the hell would I know why it was green? Anyway, she’s sobbing uncontrollably. She’s told Kelly, amid her spasms, that she’d given her heart to someone. The whole of it. And as if I haven’t heard enough, this dude broke it.

What? Heart. So people do that? Yes. Organ donation. … More Organ donation … and broken hearts

Club 36

Club 36 is a narrow oasis off the confines of UoN on-campus hostels devoted to the pursuit of lunch. Narrow because that’s always crowded, and oasis because that’s where food is. Makeshift food tents everywhere. It’s famous for chapatis. People who go to Club 36 are rabbits. The chapatis that people love to gobble up … More Club 36