Dodgy Doggy Business

A dog trying to eat two bones at once is a comical sight, perhaps even adorable. The trick is to toss the second bone while the dog happily chews the first one. Delighted contentment gives way to possessive panic, especially when other dogs leap for the bone. The dog drops the first bone without ceremony to chase the other but can end up losing both bones. It is a rib-splitting sight in dogs but a dreadful tragedy in business. Continue reading Dodgy Doggy Business


Scaling the Gap

Sex. That was my answer when my boss’s boss asked me for the meaning of passion. Up to this point, the departmental meeting had been mundane. My reply ended the meeting. A collective gasp of horror cleared the air for peals of laughter. Tears streamed down faces, hands grasped desks for support and shoulders shook with unbridled mirth. Continue reading Scaling the Gap

Red Cabbage and the Failure of the Tried and Tested

A couple of ladies declined coleslaw recently. No, they were not on some no-cabbage diet or anything of the sort. The chef used an unfamiliar variety of cabbage: red cabbage. Unfamiliarity was their only reason for declining the dish. They would not even try a teaspoonful, no! It was new, therefore, it was wrong. Continue reading Red Cabbage and the Failure of the Tried and Tested

Sandals in The Victorian Ointment

“Is it ok to wear sandals in church?” I am tempted to chuckle. The question would seem silly to some but I understand her predicament. We are in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe’s second city, and summer is in full flare. We have short winters from May to August but from September, the sun returns from up north, peeling our jerseys and soaking us in perspiration. Any lingering memories of winter evaporate Continue reading Sandals in The Victorian Ointment

I Am Still Tempted (When the Hashtags Go Silent)

I am not like those men in the hashtags. I don’t mean the rapists, I mean the other ones. Relax, I have never ripped a woman’s clothes off and impaled her forcibly on myself. I understand and respect consent. No, I am not like the rapists: those stories horrify me and wrench my heart. I am just not like the other guys in the hashtags. Continue reading I Am Still Tempted (When the Hashtags Go Silent)

Right or…?

Truth be told, certainty is seductive. That is why we congregate around leaders. Their unshakable faith in the rightness of their destination and their ability to take us there draws us fawning to them. Uncertainty both surrounds and fills every one of us for the dawn of intelligence is soon followed by the blazing heat of vulnerability. Before long, we compile lists of calamities seen and felt, dangers real and imagined. Before long, we tremble in the scowling face of our fragility.

A man I refused to greet, Continue reading Right or…?