Sound

Sometimes the only sound that reaches my ears is the incoherent ramblings of my pain it pierces my perspective laying my thoughts bare like a rupturing eardrum my mind is broken open like a raw egg and all my thoughts are scrambled I often feel the urge to fight everything in sight to punch or…

Chronicles Of The Disconnect In Zimbabwe

It’s often been said that social media is not a reflection of the real world. To some extent I might agree but mostly I think the world online is a reflection of the events on the ground. We are shaped a lot more by our physical environment. I think information simply moves faster online and…

Full Speed Ahead To Nowhere

I’m driving down the road at midnight with my foot fully pressed down on the pedal but I have no headlights on The streets have no names and I would stop to ask someone for directions but I just feel the need to escape My heart screams go go go but where I’m going I…

Chronicles Of Money Can’t Buy You Happiness But…

I’ve heard Benjamin Franklin always looks at you with a judgemental counternance as you spend him. As if you could be using him for something better. Well I’m yet to experience the judgement for myself because after all we rarely interact. In case our paths are going to cross in the near future I just…

Chronicles Of A Letter I’ve Never Finished Writing

Dear Beloved I don’t know if that’s the right way to begin this but I’ll just go with. I’m a little lost. After all you have to be lost to find yourself here. But maybe it should be “Dear World”, because I don’t know who exactly I’m speaking to. Everyone or those just close to…

Sadness

I’ve often been told I share too much pain on these pages. I think it’s true. I leak out my depression in poetic words that sound a lot like self pity. Well I admit it is. I’m guilty of this self indulgence but I should know better. I should force myself to make some change….

Darkness

I am afraid of living more than death I cringe as I look ahead and within the moment my tears flood my eyes fuelled by this pain and yet I can’t identify it’s source I call the moments I’m overcome by this suffering no one sees my dark days yet I can’t light a candle…

Chronicles Of Covid-19 And Some Of It’s Scams

This blog does not pay any bills but put your hands together for my new logo. A gift from a friend. I’m putting more effort into graphics and all that other stuff because apparently people don’t read anymore and you need visual stimulation to keep their attention. It’s a new month. Well the month arrived…