8230;random excerpts from my communions with the AfroMuse. Readjerome shares a laconic piece with us today. Twin fruits of the clime, both to savour.

Mind On A Very Long Leash. Over the past 3 years, I have been on a journey to get the ideal body. I lost 25kg dropping to 62kg but I felt I was too skinny. I started putting on weight again and got introduced to weights. I decided to do only weights without cardio and that again was not satisfactory. I built muscle but I was still largely bigger than I wanted to be.

Through the eyes of me! November 30, 2012. I wrote this a year ago. The smell of garlic assaults my senses as I wipe my face with my hands. I adjust myself on the stool and it creaks. I adjust again, and it creaks again. I stand up and put off the light. The sunlight is seeping int.

She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

And back then, we were afraid of nothing. Published on January 4, 2014 by Dr. There is a place and a time to ask why. Why are these things happening? Who is behind this? What do they want? The rest of the world, whether we like their interference .

I walked the edge of the earth and looked down the Great Abyss,. Gaping, proud, endless, whispering words of comfort and invite, calling passers-by to stop, to come closer to the edge, to gaze therein. But I did not stop to look. I walked among the pillars of the sky, and I saw the giants who carved them, cared for them, kept the heavens from falling. But I did not stop to say hello.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Primate Culture began, like a lot of things begin, as a result of boredom. Primate Cu lture is what you get when you put a slightly crazy person with a lot of free time in a room with a lot of free Internet for long periods of time.

Rubbing her hands, she wondered if Scott may have a change of heart and come back for her. She was already contemplating the long walk when she saw approaching headlights. She waved frantically, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the vehicle slowed down. She recognised Arthur Hansen, who had always made her uncomfortable as a little child. Why are you out by this time? Are you all by yourself? Hop on.