Still wrapped in the darkness that gave birth to it, the day is in its infancy as I type this. I cannot miss the irony of peeling the layers of my insomnia at the very time that I toss and turn under its sleep defying spell. I hope my peeling has at last revealed its secret and I can forever dispel it, binding it to the past as I move on into a well rested future. I think the reason I lie awake vainly searching for sleep, is fear. I am not afraid of the dark or monsters under my bed, no, the fear that chases sleep from my eyes does its grisly work during the day. Continue reading “Cluttered Days, Loud Nights”
The great arbiters of blackness that I meet everyday have deemed me not quite black enough. This judgement is often pronounced with annoyance and derision as if it’s my fault that America came to me. Continue reading “Too Dark but not Quite Black Enough”
Deep within us all lies the craving for belonging. It is this pulsating need that leaves us vulnerable to bandwagons. Their resolute sound bites, witty hashtags and rousing visuals strum our heartstrings, bidding our hearts (eager for approving backslapping) to dance to their tunes and join the happy band of fist-pumping acolytes. Continue reading “I am Not Open Minded”
I am tired of being stupid. A little over ten years ago, I did the unthinkable. I walked away from a computer science degree and the pot of gold that allegedly (and probably) lay waiting at the end of a career in computers. To this point, I had been the !
Like a street-dwelling orphan trying to ignore the groans of a belly gnawed raw with hunger as he gazes upon a restaurant’s feasting patrons, I find myself gazing at the ready optimism of the ever bubbly optimists. With eyes keen I have watched Continue reading “Dreamy Eyes and Wet Smiles”
My mind was too fluid for the incident to be etched in my memory but I am reliably informed that my early childhood involved a game with the deadly boomslang (Afrikaans: Tree snake). The tale goes on to say that I owe my life to a combination of hysterical maternal instincts, my love Continue reading “Play With Boomslangs”
People ask a lot of stupid questions. I would know, I am left handed Continue reading “Dumb Questions and the Celebration of Mediocrity”
What is it about time that holds us so enthralled? Is it the fact that it is so hard to define or that we are so helpless in the face of its relentless march? Einstein’s Special Relativity notwithstanding, we mark time by the clock’s syncopated tick and tock but experience it in different ways: Continue reading “The Only Resolution I’m Interested In”
Blue lights flash in the dark, my time isn’t mine anymore; my thoughts ruthlessly interrupted – I’m being haunted. Call the exorcist! I’m tired of the blue ghosts dodging my footsteps, their incessant cries pulling me from the real world to their own eerie illusion of flashing images and unfriendly friends stamping their approval on brief exhibitions of morbid voyeurism.
I’m weary and leery of the green goblin’s wailing. He whistles in my ear, disrupting my slumber. Day turns into night but he doesn’t knock off, he needs no holiday. He and his blue cousins lap at my eyes and ears, feasting on my attention. My attention span is getting shorter although I stare at them all day. I read all they show me but I remember so little. Their catchphrases echo in my thoughts: they’ve taken over my mind, I must reclaim it. Continue reading “Blue Ghosts and Green Goblins”
Your sister is a sex worker and not only her but your grandmother, mother, aunt, daughter, niece and possibly your wife too! If you think that’s outrageous, try this on for size: I got it from the Bible! Continue reading “Your Sister is a Sex Worker”