This is a short story about adulthood and responsibility. a woman recalls a memory from her childhood about having fun and living simply and her father’s reactions to her. She also addresses a former crush which prompts her to find out where he is in life. When she discovers, that they are in very different situations now she blames her happy, and simple child and digresses to her father’s criticisms.

We love our country. So, we carry a passport of a country to which we belong. That is why there are countries or nations.

This is another one of my attempts at a Haiku. It’s so much fun, trying to create a 5/7/5 rhythm, with words!

About perserverance until you get what you’ve been waiting for, for long.

Questions asked by us.

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, about an actor who experiences fame and fortune, yet never achieves his greatest desires, and suffers because of it. It’s not one of my happier poems, but I thought I might put it out anyway, as an example of my writing. I’ve never shown it to anyone until now. The poem reflects on how people can have so much success, and never be truly happy in their lives. Again, my apologies for it being so depressing.

Chapter two of the Blood bullet story, an ancient tale of fantasy and infection!

Life does not end, when you are rich. You have to keep putting money in your account. The first thing you do, when you earn money is buy a house.

In South Africa, the sound of the click is part of the Xhosa language, which is also an ethnic group. The gun also makes a click before a bullet is shot. At Olympic games at the starter a bullet is shot from the gun to signal the athletes to run.

It is not how others view you but how you view yourself.