The harvest didn’t come last year, the grass was parched, and the cows were skinny, flies milled over them as if they were leeches. They herded the cows to all known veldts but the grass just didn’t seem to grow there either, even now when you listened carefully you could almost hear the ground cracking …
As gentle as a breeze touching my neck, as tantalizing as a careless whisper, heart rendering memoirs and gentleness. Hands firm when they hold me; I love the roughness in them, hands of a working man. I am transfixed. A sea of emotion, depth and mystery. An enchanting tale. The story of my lover. Your …
The suns of Africa, rising above the skies, a symbol of a new dawn. A diamond and Israel yet uncovered, clothed in much hidden glory. An envy of the traveler, a myth and a hope for a new generation. Enchanting velds sprawled across the lands in sheer magnificence, exuding sensuality with the vigor of a …
The splendor of a horizon, set far yet so near. The beauty and the freshness of dew in the morning. A symbol of a dream yearned and carried within the bosom of a young and old people. A hope of a beauty adorning the majestic hills and sacred mountains. The birds reach the horizon effortlessly. …
When the silence weeps who will dry its tears, who will hear a voice that cannot be heard, who will embrace a spirit that thunders a million mountains and horizons. In the deep of the forest it speaks and wails of a time gone by yet girds up its loins to go in the search …
She wailed hard, tears streamed down her face in rivers of great magnitude, hands clasping the back of her head. She trod upon the thorny covered roads with her bare feet. Even her headscarf sat on her hair without style but despair. The cloth that was meant to cover her modesty danced with the winds, …
Sometimes, life slowly passes by when we are in a haze. Slowly with ingenuity, time creeps on us, as the seconds change and silently become seasons in rotation. The once but brown, parched fields, slowly blossom into sheer magnificence. In the twinkle of an eye rainbows appear before us and yes life slowly changes in …
If they had to write a book would they write about me? What would they say about me? If they had to re-write a present day testament would I stand astride one of them, like an Elijah or Moses? Would I be a Jabez of my time, or have my own book like Esther? If …