It’s funny how we sometimes hope to walk some character out of a book, magazine or movie and be them. Yet mostly, we are that character in a dusty book lying unnoticed in some dark corner of the library. It’s a big world. … More Overrated
*sigh* By Denise Levertov Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laughter? Did they use bone and ivory, jade and silver, for ornament? Had they an epic poem? Did they distinguish between speech and singing? Sir, their … More What Were They Like?
After unsuccessfully fighting the incessant urge to attend at least one networking event per month, a recent weekend found me occupying space at a book café. It’s simply a forum where literati meet and apart from gossip, being the normal pastime for the common mwananchi, discuss books. Books don’t read themselves. Books don’t exchange themselves … More The enigma that is networking events
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