1. His Favourite Things

Naftali leaned over the guitar, stroking its taut strings and bathing the room in melody.

Unsurprisingly, when we were done, his room reeked of stale beer, muted cologne and ass. I didn’t mind. It all withered away when he played.

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Footprints In The Sand

I blog to leave footprints in the sand. It’s rather ironic considering how quickly they disappear in the ebb and flow of the sea. Still, a fool’s errand as it may be, I do it with pride.

My reason for blogging lies in part on a love of the sea. The smell and look of it is glorious. Although I’ve never been much for swimming in it. Too much dirt and perpetuated fear of giant octopuses.

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Writing Exists Because It Should

There are a lot of things I enjoy about writing.

Foremost is perhaps the freedom that words accord me. I am finite and limited as a physical being. However, my words aren’t. Though they occupy physical property, they transcend space and time.

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I Enjoy The Silence

It just hit me that I spend more time agonizing about the things I hate about home. So it’s refreshing to turn the table and consider the opposite. Or is it the indifference?

I enjoy the silence I’ve come to know as normal. When you grow up in the city, peace and quiet are illusions. There is some semblance of tranquility that’s gained when there’s a blackout or people travel upcountry for the holidays. However, these moments are rare and far between.

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Tools of the Muse

As far as positive emotions go, inspiration hits me the most. Granted, it doesn’t bite as often as I’d like, neither does it last long enough to count. Nevertheless, inspiration feels quite good when it lands.

I used to depend on it a lot as a young writer. As a storyteller, I’ve had to learn to forge it in the land of procrastination and responsibilities. It’s very easy to be inspired when things are going well. It’s a lot harder when shit hits the fan.

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The Mirror

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

Matthew 7:3-5 NIV

A mirror is, to me, the most important thing to carry with you all the time. To see one’s own true reflection is to know one’s current true state. To know one’s true state is to avert any and all forms of public embarrassment as well as an affront to your own individual standards.

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The Boy Under The Bridge

The woman placed a tray on the table. On it was a smoldering mug of warm milk and a plate of freshly baked eclairs. They were the biggest Timmy had ever seen, large as rolled-up double fists and spilling over with melted chocolate at the seams.

“Go on, help yourself. You must be hungry. My blood sweat and tears went into those eclairs and besides, the time for rest has come.” She said with a knowing smile.

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Exhausting State of Affairs

As the deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. – Psalm 43:1

I begin today with scripture because it is necessary, at least from my point of view. Allow me to expound.

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The Magic Sweet Shop

The magic sweet shop appeared once every year. It landed with ringing bells as creaking sugar glass doors opened everywhere a Wooloon child  dwelt. Then when all the free candy was expunged, they’d jingle again and the shop would disappear.

Baraza pondered on this, watching Mrs. Shu sing on about primary and secondary colors. Oddly enough, her head bobbing rhymes didn’t have their usual effect on him. Admittedly, there were more important things to consider today.

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