“So, tell me something about humans.” “Humans?” the patient asked with a ting of excitement. “Yes, humans.” The doctor had a smirk on her face; she crossed her legs and placed her notepad and pencil on her lap, using her left hand to keep them in place as her right hand tapped on the armrest….
Space and Time
Days. Although all have the same length of time, they differ. And I am not talking of the weather or anything that insignificant, but experiences they hold. But ours is a depressingly arid life, its monotonous nature is such that it drives us to appreciating insignificant differences in the days of our lives such as…
Playgirl
“So you don’t think you are a sex addict?” “No it’s not the sex, I’m sure of that?” the patient said as she continued staring at the blank ceiling above her head, seemingly more interested in the ceiling than in the conversation. “How so?” “What?” the patient seemed a bit absent-minded in the last few…
Japapa: A Revolutionary Childhood
The phrase ‘young revolutionaries’ has never been so unadulterated before. I mean, how old were we? Ten? Yip, samuele daar! Four lil ghetto kids, revolutionary before even hearing the word. The oldest is Jasta (henceforth referred to as Jastafari) or Masti as we used to call him ka Sejapapa. Being older and bigger (way bigger,…